Mob Wife

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Payper Corleone - Rap

Mob Wife

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Intro; As at the time you'll be hearing this I'll most likely be somewhere with the commission sipping on the finest wine and surrounded by the prettiest women you know Verse 1; She go like to lap the boy I'm giving her joy Calm me down I'm feeling annoyed Feel at home, i tell her enjoy That's a 2 and half some if she's bringing her toy She got the go ahead from dada Do your thing love i ain't Worried about nada I heard they asking Who am i? Rumors fly El Patron in a suit tie Brogue shoes but I might step out in loafers She my bitch and so I bought her a choker You the bomb girl you're a walking explosive My matter Tosa they know I'm Cosa Nostra We set trends, we don't follow the crowd baby Looking me just follow the loud And I keep Beside me a hottie The tag on the silk shirt from Italy, Gianni Versace.... cocky Hook ; We the children of the poor Turned students of the damn game Rose petals on the floor Shining like the sparkles from the champagne Make sure your glass is filled If you bring your bitch make sure that her ass is real I gotcha girl issoraite Let me make you a Mob Wife Verse 2; Listen up I've been wanting to tell ya Love is good but money us better Chase the bag, once you have it get the right queen Don't just work hard, be sure to do the right thing Wrote the art and I rolled with sharks Bring the light but I know the dark Rich niggas that carry iron like Tony starks Roll and spark my side chick Jordin Sparks You see a Don there's a BG on the lookout Spread the word only pretty women for the cook out Before I leave this earth I'll most likely put a book out Easy Money! I put my heart on Everything I put out What is you about? A good father brings peace and prosperity to his family, and I, am determined to live by that rule Hook ; We the children of the poor Turned students of the damn game Rose petals on the floor Shining like the sparkles from the champagne Make sure your glass is filled If you bring your bitch make sure that her ass is real I gotcha girl issoraite Let me make you a Mob Wife

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  • Payper Corleone