Reddstarr - Mob Ties

I got mob ties, real ties, don corleone
Big fries, five guys, guess I'm playin goalie
All eyes, by surprise, imma kill em slowly
Big prize, god size, holy matrimony

I got mob ties, real ties, don corleone
Big fries, five guys, guess I'm playin goalie
All eyes, surprise, imma kill em slowly
Big prize, god size, holy matrimony

Guess I'm the one that's gon set it straight
Silver platter still no food on the plate
Call up the guys call up the dogs
Just to make sure no ones runnin away

Mr myagi the coupe, wax off
NASA all over the booth, blast off
You lookin like a new coat, mad soft
When I'm on top I will boast, cap off

Paper gon keep comin in, 10 fold
Red on top of your head, no soul
They all sayin I'm best, I know
Call up pachino what's next? Do more

Pick up the pace the Tommy's got dicks
They all wanted peace so I gave em the bliss
The flowers are sweet I tell em to kiss
Wishin em well to a well they gon wish

Pick up the phone (You missed a few calls)
If you don't answer they leave you alone
Like mcculley at home leave you behind while I'm all in my zone

And thats I'll advised
Should be televised
Never minimize
Cuz I over analyze

Never been complacent
I always wanted more
No one is adjacent
Check the other door

I been so impatient
I'm pacin on the floor
I got no replacement
Can't buy me from the store

Honestly I been at the top and I will not come down
303 to The 619 I rep for my town
New bitch she ridin w me you like how that sound?
Think I'm playin get it figured out and turn that around

Catch me on the ig but a follow do not come free
Coulda been at IT but I'm right where I should be
Your bitch gon eye me but if she want me then so be
You can find me IP but by the end you gon wanna flee

Written by:
Thomas Raspanti

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