Black Rabba by Mo-G Lyrics
[Intro: Mo-G & Puffy L'z]
Yeah, man!
Mo-G, how you feelin'?
I'm feelin' like woah
Let's get it, man
Ave Boy
Ahwoolay!
[Chorus: Mo-G & Puffy L'z]
And when we pull up in the city, they like woah
Mo-G's back, dropped a new track, they like woah
Spent 10 stacks on the kicks, they like woah
She say she like the way a nigga live, I'm like woah
Money ain't a problem, baby girl we gets dough
Lose my money, shooting craps, get it by the store
If the blocks hot, Puffy bop through a show
Flip phone full of heads, keep it on the low
Woah
[Verse 1: Puffy L'z]
I need some more dough, I'm a star now
She wants a photo, like chocolates
I gots to roll'o, AKA solo or dolo
Cocaína flow
Add some more cocoa
She say she like the way I Puffy Bop, all my hitters slo-mo
And you know how I'm rockin', streets talkin'
Bad bitches been watchin'
Big ticket for the green, I'm in Boston
No bullshit, I'll go crazy like I'm Rodman
Told my bros that I got 'em
It's 10K for a verse, for Mo-G it ain't a problem
I been ballin' without the Spalding
Headed to the top, my nigga I'm just joggin'
I'm just joggin', I'm just joggin'
Critics keep talkin', bloggers keep bloggin'
[Chorus: Mo-G & Puffy L'z]
And when we pull up in the city, they like woah
Mo-G's back, dropped a new track, they like woah
Spent 10 stacks on the kicks, they like woah
She say she like the way a nigga live, I'm like woah
Money ain't a problem, baby girl we gets dough
Lose my money, shooting craps, get it by the store
If the blocks hot, Puffy bop through a show
Flip phone full of heads, keep it on the low
Woah
[Verse 2: Mo-G]
Took a long break
Puffy on the track, so I'm back like I'm Mase
Tell them niggas that we don't watch face
Never last, always come in first place
No face, no case, no trace
Hot head, turn 'em to a cold case
Gorilla shit, and I rock Baping Ape
She like the way I taste, she got a toothache
Dimples, virgins get popped like pimples, it's simple
We on the road, motor rentals (What?)
We on the road, motor rentals (What?)
We on the road, motor rentals (Woah)
[Chorus: Mo-G & Puffy L'z]
And when we pull up in the city, they like woah
Mo-G's back, dropped a new track, they like woah
Spent 10 stacks on the kicks, they like woah
She say she like the way a nigga live, I'm like woah
Money ain't a problem, baby girl we gets dough
Lose my money, shooting craps, get it by the store
If the blocks hot, Puffy bop through a show
Flip phone full of heads, keep it on the low
[Chorus: Mo-G & Puffy L'z/Puffy L'z]
And when we pull up in the city, they like woah
Mo-G's back, dropped a new track, they like woah
Spent 10 stacks on the kicks, they like woah
She say she like the way a nigga live, I'm like woah
Money ain't a problem, baby girl we gets dough
Lose my money, shooting craps, get it by the store
If the blocks hot, Puffy bop through a show
Flip phone full of heads, keep it on the low
Woah
[Outro: Mo-G & Puffy L'z]
Keep that shit on the low, man!
Keep your fucking shit on the low, man!
Don't fuck up your program (Ha, ha)
You dry snitches and bitches
We went from rags to riches
Now that's woah
Easy money (Ha, ha)
Now that's woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, man!
Mo-G, how you feelin'?
I'm feelin' like woah
Let's get it, man
Ave Boy
Ahwoolay!
[Chorus: Mo-G & Puffy L'z]
And when we pull up in the city, they like woah
Mo-G's back, dropped a new track, they like woah
Spent 10 stacks on the kicks, they like woah
She say she like the way a nigga live, I'm like woah
Money ain't a problem, baby girl we gets dough
Lose my money, shooting craps, get it by the store
If the blocks hot, Puffy bop through a show
Flip phone full of heads, keep it on the low
Woah
[Verse 1: Puffy L'z]
I need some more dough, I'm a star now
She wants a photo, like chocolates
I gots to roll'o, AKA solo or dolo
Cocaína flow
Add some more cocoa
She say she like the way I Puffy Bop, all my hitters slo-mo
And you know how I'm rockin', streets talkin'
Bad bitches been watchin'
Big ticket for the green, I'm in Boston
No bullshit, I'll go crazy like I'm Rodman
Told my bros that I got 'em
It's 10K for a verse, for Mo-G it ain't a problem
I been ballin' without the Spalding
Headed to the top, my nigga I'm just joggin'
I'm just joggin', I'm just joggin'
Critics keep talkin', bloggers keep bloggin'
[Chorus: Mo-G & Puffy L'z]
And when we pull up in the city, they like woah
Mo-G's back, dropped a new track, they like woah
Spent 10 stacks on the kicks, they like woah
She say she like the way a nigga live, I'm like woah
Money ain't a problem, baby girl we gets dough
Lose my money, shooting craps, get it by the store
If the blocks hot, Puffy bop through a show
Flip phone full of heads, keep it on the low
Woah
[Verse 2: Mo-G]
Took a long break
Puffy on the track, so I'm back like I'm Mase
Tell them niggas that we don't watch face
Never last, always come in first place
No face, no case, no trace
Hot head, turn 'em to a cold case
Gorilla shit, and I rock Baping Ape
She like the way I taste, she got a toothache
Dimples, virgins get popped like pimples, it's simple
We on the road, motor rentals (What?)
We on the road, motor rentals (What?)
We on the road, motor rentals (Woah)
[Chorus: Mo-G & Puffy L'z]
And when we pull up in the city, they like woah
Mo-G's back, dropped a new track, they like woah
Spent 10 stacks on the kicks, they like woah
She say she like the way a nigga live, I'm like woah
Money ain't a problem, baby girl we gets dough
Lose my money, shooting craps, get it by the store
If the blocks hot, Puffy bop through a show
Flip phone full of heads, keep it on the low
[Chorus: Mo-G & Puffy L'z/Puffy L'z]
And when we pull up in the city, they like woah
Mo-G's back, dropped a new track, they like woah
Spent 10 stacks on the kicks, they like woah
She say she like the way a nigga live, I'm like woah
Money ain't a problem, baby girl we gets dough
Lose my money, shooting craps, get it by the store
If the blocks hot, Puffy bop through a show
Flip phone full of heads, keep it on the low
Woah
[Outro: Mo-G & Puffy L'z]
Keep that shit on the low, man!
Keep your fucking shit on the low, man!
Don't fuck up your program (Ha, ha)
You dry snitches and bitches
We went from rags to riches
Now that's woah
Easy money (Ha, ha)
Now that's woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah