"Married To The MOB" lyrics
Max B, Rab & T.F. Mafia Lyrics
She tell me Maxy you can trust me I got what it takes to carry out the job (carry out the job)
And them coppers they tried to bust me but couldn't touch me I'm married to the mob (married to the mob)
And even though we getting money hitting the honeys pimpin's a hard job (pimpin' ain't easy)
So come on baby I been patient I'll take you places I'm married to the mob (married to the mob)
I got the Rolls Royce floating like the love boat
Lil' hoe riding shotgun, I think the bitch she love coke
Love dope, my pops used to back in '69
Holdin' back the big loot, niggas best to give me mine
Pop 'em that's gon' get me time, sittin' in the pen sick
All you seen is tail pipe smoke when the Benz skid
Fix you with some big dick, know you wanna touch it Ma
Damn she got some big lips, know you wanna fuck it Ma
Know you in that bucket Ma, but I could fix you up with something real right
I could make you feel nice
I could make you peel price tags off the clothes, hold this
Tell your friend to focus and I'll hook her up with Moses
Love to send you roses
Love to send you soldiers that'll hold the door for ya
Hit the corner store for ya they be on the door for ya
They carry out the job
I'm getting this money I'm married to the mob, Owww
She tell me Maxy you can trust me I got what it takes to carry out the job (carry out the job)
And them coppers they tried to bust me but couldn't touch me I'm married to the mob (married to the mob)
And even though we getting money hitting the honeys pimpin's a hard job (pimpin' ain't easy)
So come on baby I been patient I'll take you places I'm married to the mob (married to the mob)
And them coppers they tried to bust me but couldn't touch me I'm married to the mob (married to the mob)
And even though we getting money hitting the honeys pimpin's a hard job (pimpin' ain't easy)
So come on baby I been patient I'll take you places I'm married to the mob (married to the mob)
I got the Rolls Royce floating like the love boat
Lil' hoe riding shotgun, I think the bitch she love coke
Love dope, my pops used to back in '69
Holdin' back the big loot, niggas best to give me mine
Pop 'em that's gon' get me time, sittin' in the pen sick
All you seen is tail pipe smoke when the Benz skid
Fix you with some big dick, know you wanna touch it Ma
Damn she got some big lips, know you wanna fuck it Ma
Know you in that bucket Ma, but I could fix you up with something real right
I could make you feel nice
I could make you peel price tags off the clothes, hold this
Tell your friend to focus and I'll hook her up with Moses
Love to send you roses
Love to send you soldiers that'll hold the door for ya
Hit the corner store for ya they be on the door for ya
They carry out the job
I'm getting this money I'm married to the mob, Owww
She tell me Maxy you can trust me I got what it takes to carry out the job (carry out the job)
And them coppers they tried to bust me but couldn't touch me I'm married to the mob (married to the mob)
And even though we getting money hitting the honeys pimpin's a hard job (pimpin' ain't easy)
So come on baby I been patient I'll take you places I'm married to the mob (married to the mob)
