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Mobbin' With The Crew (feat. Chrisformthe9) Video (MV)




Performed By: Cy
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Chris Yebra




Cy - Mobbin' With The Crew (feat. Chrisformthe9) Lyrics




Watch out I be coming through When nobody know me they gon' find out what
I do
And when they find out I'ma tell them bitches deuce

Flexin' like I mean it cause I'm mobbin' with the crew
There's nothing else to prove
Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex There's nothing else to prove
Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex So tell them bitches deuce

Bring it back like a boomerang Sweetness like Walter
So gifted no misfit So clear just like water
My business I handle that Like fireworks we going up
Jimmy told me just do your thing My brother said just keep it proud

It's dollars, top of dollars And I just brought a bag
Girl said that she knew me And I'm like who was that
Guess another groupie Who wants another mac
So I told her to come over And she sat right on my lap

This life I'm getting used to It's getting better by the time
I made it with my hustle All the days I did my grind
Bless the familia I got it in my blood
I'ma love this shit forever When I'm wiping off this mud let 'em

Watch out I be coming through When nobody know me
They gon' find out what I do And when they find out
I'ma tell them bitches deuce
Flexin' like I mean it
Cause I'm mobbin' with the crew There's nothing else to prove

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex There's nothing else to prove
Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex So tell them bitches deuce
I got to keep my mind on the money I can't let these fiends take it from me
Right now ain't no time for no problems I got to keep their head on me stronger

Come and find out what I do Don't you know that I'm that dude
That's what I be saying When they ask me about you
Oh wait, was that rude? I'm not really in the mood
I'm just counting up this paper Till my fingers turning blue

And I'm mobbin' with my crew Yeah I'm mobbin' with my crew
There ain't really nothing to say There ain't nothing else to prove
Let me show you how we do Niggas hatin' how we move
Niggas always mad cause I make they girl wetter than a pool

Yeah they know my name every time I'm riding through
I'm flexing on these thotties flexing on my exes too
I be going hard no I never plan to lose
Mobbin' with the crew so I'm throwing up the deuce

Watch out I be coming through
When nobody know me they gon' find out what I do
And when they find out I'ma tell them bitches deuce
Flexin' like I mean it Cause I'm mobbin' with the crew

There's nothing else to prove
Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
There's nothing else to prove
Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

So tell them bitches deuce
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Watch out I be coming through When nobody know me they gon' find out what
I do
And when they find out I'ma tell them bitches deuce

Flexin' like I mean it cause I'm mobbin' with the crew
There's nothing else to prove
Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex There's nothing else to prove
Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex So tell them bitches deuce

Bring it back like a boomerang Sweetness like Walter
So gifted no misfit So clear just like water
My business I handle that Like fireworks we going up
Jimmy told me just do your thing My brother said just keep it proud

It's dollars, top of dollars And I just brought a bag
Girl said that she knew me And I'm like who was that
Guess another groupie Who wants another mac
So I told her to come over And she sat right on my lap

This life I'm getting used to It's getting better by the time
I made it with my hustle All the days I did my grind
Bless the familia I got it in my blood
I'ma love this shit forever When I'm wiping off this mud let 'em

Watch out I be coming through When nobody know me
They gon' find out what I do And when they find out
I'ma tell them bitches deuce
Flexin' like I mean it
Cause I'm mobbin' with the crew There's nothing else to prove

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex There's nothing else to prove
Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex So tell them bitches deuce
I got to keep my mind on the money I can't let these fiends take it from me
Right now ain't no time for no problems I got to keep their head on me stronger

Come and find out what I do Don't you know that I'm that dude
That's what I be saying When they ask me about you
Oh wait, was that rude? I'm not really in the mood
I'm just counting up this paper Till my fingers turning blue

And I'm mobbin' with my crew Yeah I'm mobbin' with my crew
There ain't really nothing to say There ain't nothing else to prove
Let me show you how we do Niggas hatin' how we move
Niggas always mad cause I make they girl wetter than a pool

Yeah they know my name every time I'm riding through
I'm flexing on these thotties flexing on my exes too
I be going hard no I never plan to lose
Mobbin' with the crew so I'm throwing up the deuce

Watch out I be coming through
When nobody know me they gon' find out what I do
And when they find out I'ma tell them bitches deuce
Flexin' like I mean it Cause I'm mobbin' with the crew

There's nothing else to prove
Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
There's nothing else to prove
Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

So tell them bitches deuce
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Writer: Chris Yebra
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