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Drake — Mob Ties

Ayy, sick of these niggas (sick)

Sick of these niggas (sick, sick)

Hire some help (help), get rid of these niggas (skrr)

Sick of this shit, move to the Ritz

Turned out the bitch (ayy)

It is what it is, yeah

GLE, ’cause that Lambo movin’ fast

S Class, G Class, lotta class

In a rocket and that bitch ain’t got no tags

Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah

Sick of these niggas (sick)

Sick of these niggas (sick, sick)

Hire some help (help), get rid of these niggas (grr)

Fuck what it was, it is what it is

Whatever you did, it is what it is

And I’m so tired (tired)

I fuck with the mob and I got ties (got the ties, got the ties)

Knock you off to pay their tithes (oh)

They want me gone but don’t know why

It’s too late for all that lovey-dovey shit

I’m your brother shit, all that other shit

It’s too late for all that

It’s too late for all that, ayy

It’s too late for all that lovey-dovey shit

I’m your brother shit, all that other shit

It’s too late for all that, ayy

It’s too late for all that

Ayy, sick of these niggas

Sick of these niggas

Hire some help, get rid of these niggas

I’m not with the ra-ra

I am a Dada

My bitch in Chanel now

Your bitch in Escada (sick, sick, sick)

Yeah, and they shook

Please don’t let them fool ya, I don’t care how they look (nah)

Heard all of the talkin’, now it’s quiet, now it’s shush (shh)

Twenty-nine is comin’, they on edge when I cook (cook)

Lead the league in scorin’, man, but look at my assists (shh)

Yes I be with Future but I like to reminisce (yeah)

I do not forget a thing, I’m patient, it’s a gift (yeah)

Try to tell ’em they ain’t got to do it, they insist (they insist)

Yeah, I can tell

I just gave ’em two for forty million like Chappelle (two)

Standin’ over coffin with a hammer and a nail (two)

Heard you hit up so and so, that name don’t ring a bell (nah)

Sick of these niggas (sick)

Hire some help, get rid of these niggas

I’m sick of this shit (sick, sick)

I’m runnin’ a blitz

Whatever you did, it is what it is

And I’m so tired (tired)

I fuck with the mob and I got ties (lotta ties, lotta ties)

Knock you off to pay their tithes

They want me gone but don’t know why

It’s too late for all that lovey-dovey shit

I’m your brother shit, all that other shit

It’s too late for all that

It’s too late for all that, ayy

It’s too late for all that lovey-dovey shit

I’m your brother shit, all that other shit

It’s too late for all that, ayy

It’s too late for all that

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