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The song extends its record as longest-running male/female duet on the Official Singles Chart.
Lyrics
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 (Skrr) S Class, G Class, lotta class (Sss, sss) In a rocket and that bitch ain't got no tags (Skrr, skrr) Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah
I'm 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 (What) It is what it is (What) 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 (Do-doo) 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 I'm sick of these niggas Hire some help Get rid of these niggas I'm not with the ra-ra I am a Da-da My bitch in Chanel now Your bitch in Escada (Sick, 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
About this track
"Mob Ties" is a song by Drake from the album Scorpion, released in 2018. The song was written by Allen Ritter, Asheley Turner, AZ, Boi-1da, Cormega, Dave Atkinson, Drake, Foxy Brown, Nas, Poke, Tone, Vory. It was produced by Allen Ritter, Asheley Turner, Boi-1da.
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Produced by Allen Ritter, Asheley Turner, Boi-1da
Sick of these niggas (Sick) Hire some help Get rid of these niggas I'm sick of this shit (Ssick, sick) I'm runnin' a blitz (Ayy) Whatever you did (Ayy) 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 (Do-doo) 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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