Field Mob
Текст песни Betty Rocker

typed by miss502002

you've got to cook it up in tha pot
bakin soda make hot
chop it up then put it on the block
cook it up let it sit
then it stop chop it up bag it up
put it on the counter
(repeat)

verse 1
i'm a roach in a rat trap
i feel like new born babies in car seats
i supposed to stay strapped
cause i'm country like collar greens and grits
we be like spike lee
they screeming nics
CAUSE THEY KEEP CALLING ME
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scared i'm on the team
and i see one of my enemies
what's all the fuss about?
shout yo mouth, cut it out
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you don't sell dope like me