Nef The Pharaoh Mobbin

Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day

Every single day, every-every single day

Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day

Every single day, every-every single day

Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day

Every single day, every-every single day

Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day

Every single day, every-every single day

The new life of Sick Wid It

I don’t think E-40 knew a little nigga was this gifted

Race track, talk cars, I had to gear-shift

I’m always in somebody mouth like spearmint

In a crowd of a hunnid thousand, I’ma stand out

I never really been the type to have my hand out

While you lazy ass rappers just layin’ around

I was in my notepad jottin’ all my plans down

Longevity, I plan on stayin’ around

Plantin’ all my seeds, watch ’em grow, and then I tear ’em down

Meanwhile, your gal let me hair down

She gon’ get dope dick, North Cal bear style

For a while, I was treated like a stepchild

Until a nigga stepped out and started lettin’ [?]

Got so many ex’s now, I should have an X File

Automatic message replies, I never text now

Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day

Every single day, every-every single day

Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day

Every single day, every-every single day

Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day

Every single day, every-every single day

Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day

Every single day, every-every single day

Trips to Rome, shrimps, and calzones

I’m always out of range, I’ma text you when I get home

Every night I hit another new city, damn

Bape from New York, Bape from Japan

I’ma pick up surfin’, the money is rollin’ in

The champagne is pourin, my bitch just had a twin

Fuck up, wake up, do it all again

I always stick to myself, but now I’m lettin’ you in

In Atlanta the loss, I’m the nigga to win

In the spot where my 7’s Glock got hollow tip

Your mans act really tough, he really not with the shit

Got knocked for his bitch and I ain’t mad at the kid

You the type of nigga to have your thang on safety

I’m be in and out the shot, [?]

From the hood with the thugs, to the burbs where the Bay be

I ain’t never ever let the money change me

Nigga, I be mobbin’

Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day

Every single day, every-every single day

Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day

Every single day, every-every single day

Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day

Every single day, every-every single day

Now I be mobbin like a mothafucker every single day

Every single day, every-every single day

Nef The Pharaoh Klondike

(Ok, ok, ok)

[Remedy:]

I got time for a Klondike bar

Bitch, get out you can’t eat in my car

Your nigga a nerd if he don’t know who we are

Hit the stage, skrrt, skrrt, show bars

I got time for a Klondike bar

Bitch get out you can’t eat in my car

Your nigga a nerd if he don’t know who we are

Hit the stage, skrrt, skrrt, show bars

[Nef the Pharoah:]

Knock that bitch off her high horse

‘Cause I don’t give a fuck about no high horse

Spaceship butterfly doors (prft)

If it ain’t first class, what you fly for?

Now it was A.O.B, Young Pookie, and me

Quick to pull up like I’m shootin’ a three

Bitches go nuts when they hear me speak

Bitch, you gon’ win when you choose this p

I can make the hoe walk the blade with no panties

Mac, I can even pimp a nigga out his granny

Grimey motherfucker, treat the thot like a geek

If the pussy don’t get me paid, I ain’t finna beat my meat

Vallejo got me crazy, [?], Porter Street

Chang! Chang! I’m anemic, never lack and pack the heat

I made the hoe a winner, all I bought the bitch was cleats

She gon’ quarter back sneak and run it all up to me (uhh)

[Remedy:]

I got time for a Klondike bar

Bitch, get out you can’t eat in my car

Your nigga a nerd if he don’t know who we are

Hit the stage, skrrt, skrrt, show bars

I got time for a Klondike bar

Bitch get out you can’t eat in my car

Your nigga a nerd if he don’t know who we are

Hit the stage, skrrt, skrrt, show bars

[The Real Lil Kayla:]

Everywhere I go, they know I’m that bitch

Tell that nigga, “Pipe down”, he can’t lick this clit

I been doing my thing, I make these hoes sick

And I would never fight a bitch over no free dick

He hit me up on the late night, tryna get his taste right

I was in a field, I was tryna get my cake right

That nigga a nerd if he don’t know who I is

Fuck around on that Vallejo-shit, straight thizz

I got topped and we was in your car

This nigga on my ass ’cause he know I’m a star

And when he leave me, trust he don’t go far

‘Cause this pussy got his ass on a close radar

Played of like friends but we don’t speak

But its a whole ‘nother story when we in them sheets

He picked me up in your whip and show me he a freak

And I left my juices in your seats

[Remedy:]

I got time for a Klondike bar

Bitch, get out you can’t eat in my car

Your nigga a nerd if he don’t know who we are

Hit the stage, skrrt, skrrt, show bars

I got time for a Klondike bar

Bitch get out you can’t eat in my car

Your nigga a nerd if he don’t know who we are

Hit the stage, skrrt, skrrt, show bars

Nef The Pharaoh Smoke Suffa

It’s no mad times and there’s no sad times

Only good vibes and high sides when you’re smoking tide

Shoopi-doop

Now come get high with big [?]

Get high

[Nef The Pharaoh:]

They tell me to quit that shit, can’t put it down, I tried

Now watch me catch an attitude, I trip when I’m not high

I got to smoke, I got to smoke

Rollin’ up the smoke, rollin’ up the smoke

Man the story all starts at the age of 12

I saw my uncle roll weed and I liked the smell

He’ll let me take a hit and I’ll be high as hell

Fuck around hit a lick now I got bud for sale

As a king had a dream I had a digital beam

Late night trap house high as the skies you see

I just recently invested in a book called green

And hooked a nigga to some knowledge on a thing called weed

I was down in Vancouver smokin’ Grape Ape in my loft

Change the smoke alarm, make sure that bitch ain’t goin’ off

That grand daddy purp yeah, you ain’t never heard of no soft

I got some cheddar now, thinkin’ bout knockin’ you over

The [?] slaps [?] in the sprinter

Movin’ like a ninja turtle smokin’ Master Splinter

It’s [?] in my cup I ain’t gon’ save her I’m a sinner

Step your edibles up, I eat marijuana for dinner

They tell me to quit that shit, can’t put it down, I tried

Now watch me catch an attitude, I trip when I’m not high

I got to smoke, I got to smoke

Rollin’ up the smoke, rollin’ up the smoke

[Snoop Dogg:]

Man I was 12 years old livin’ on the east side

When I really got high you know from my first time

And I didn’t like it so I quit for a bit

Now three years later I’m chillin’ with a bitch

She say hit this so I hit it and I quit it

And I passed it and then she started actin’ real nasty

This shit was new to me

Now she tellin’ me what she about to do to me

Willingly, fluently

I’m young so I did it, yessir

I got sprung when I hit it, I’ll admit it

So from that day forward I made it a must

To push kush and blow blunts to fuck now

I blow up out of bow-wow

King Chronic aka big Bow-Wow

From the Bay to the A then back to LA

Will I quit? Think not, no way

[Nef The Pharaoh:]

They tell me to quit that shit, can’t put it down, I tried

Now watch me catch an attitude, I trip when I’m not high

I got to smoke, I got to smoke

Rollin’ up the smoke, rollin’ up the smoke

They tell me to quit that shit, can’t put it down, I tried

Now watch me catch an attitude, I trip when I’m not high

I got to smoke, I got to smoke

Rollin’ up the smoke, rollin’ up the smoke

Nef The Pharaoh Big Tymin’

We up to 40 on the oppers

And we droppin’ niggas

Ya’ll squad wannabes

Ya’ll really not them niggas

(Ya’ll not them niggas, man)

(Ya’ll fakers)

Ooh, I’m ballin’ like Baby

These bitches they wanna have my baby

I’m fresh like Mannie

That’s why a fuck nigga can’t stand me

Bitch I’m big tymin’

Bitch I’m, bitch I’m, bitch I’m big tymin’

(Bitch I’m big tymin’)

Bitch I’m big tymin’

Bitch I’m, bitch I’m, bitch I’m big tymin’

(Bitch I’m big tymin’)

Ex hot boy and now I’m gettin’ cash money

Don’t fuck with broke hoes cause they don’t get no cash for me

We up to 40 on the oppers, we droppin’ niggas

Ya’ll squad wannabes, ya’ll really not them niggas

I know you see me grindin’

I don’t rock no Rollie cause my time is timeless

Why you trickin’ off racks on that bitch?

I’m tuckin’ money in the safe for my kid

And I’m good in the hood, fuck boys needa pass

Never tell that girl the truth, I’ma lie to her ass

Word to my baby momma she’ll swear I wasn’t shit

But I’m the father of the year, and she will tell you that I’m him

Fuck a hoop dream, I am way above the rim

Pool full of weed, and I’ma take a swim

If she ain’t textin’ ’bout no money, I ain’t readin’ it

I’ma get some head and I’ma beat it

Girl, I ain’t eatin’ shit

Ooh, I’m ballin’ like Baby

These bitches they wanna have my baby

I’m fresh like Mannie

That’s why a fuck nigga can’t stand me

Bitch I’m big tymin’

Bitch I’m, bitch I’m, bitch I’m big tymin’

(Bitch I’m big tymin’)

Bitch I’m big tymin’

Bitch I’m, bitch I’m, bitch I’m big tymin’

(Bitch I’m big tymin’)

I got everything in my momma name

It’s still the same game, ain’t shit changed

I, need a project bitch

One that could roll up and take that dick

I be in her jaws like a pack of the Halls though

Me and my niggas hit the mall and get our ball on

Backwoods, that’s a go zone

You got a Swisher, back back nigga hold on

Everybody get your roll on

And you lovin’ that thot that’s a no no

Pimps up hoes down, you know I get around

Big tymin’ on these niggas with that Neffy sound

I’m becomin’ famous and I love it

I got bitches wanna fuck me out in public

In the Escalade with the pornos showin’

Up and down and up they goin’

Ooh, I’m ballin’ like Baby

These bitches they wanna have my baby

I’m fresh like Mannie

That’s why a fuck nigga can’t stand me

Bitch I’m big tymin’

Bitch I’m, bitch I’m, bitch I’m big tymin’

(Bitch I’m big tymin’)

Bitch I’m big tymin’

Bitch I’m, bitch I’m, bitch I’m big tymin’

(Bitch I’m big tymin’)

I rock Jordan shoes

With the Bathing Ape camo suit

I’m not tryna flex but I’m still fly

They be like “Neffy, what up?”

“You gettin’ money?” (Oh yeah)

“You with the shit?” (Oh yeah)

“You keep it lit?” (Oh yeah)

“You havin’ fun?” (Oh yeah)

“You got your gun?” (Oh yeah)

“You throwin’ ones?” (Oh yeah)

“You stackin’ huns?” (Oh yeah)

Ooh, I’m ballin’ like Baby

These bitches they wanna have my baby

I’m fresh like Mannie

That’s why a fuck nigga can’t stand me

Bitch I’m big tymin’

Bitch I’m, bitch I’m, bitch I’m big tymin’

(Bitch I’m big tymin’)

Bitch I’m big tymin’

Bitch I’m, bitch I’m, bitch I’m big tymin’

(Bitch I’m big tymin’)

Nef The Pharaoh #Saydaat

[Nef The Pharaoh:]

Yo teflon twan told me say daat’

The untouchable sneak

KilFMB the mutha’ fuckin’ corporation

Sick wid’ it records we here

Say daat

Say daat

I touched twenty bands when I was nineteen

Syrup sippin’ I got pint dreams

If u gettin’ money out the bitch

If you ain’t never been a snitch

I walk around with loaf no chump change

I be in the club with me thump things

Say them balenciaga’s make me look wealthy

Why ya’ll’ niggas starving ya’ll’ don’t look healthy

All we ever do is pop hella’ champagne

Me and the squad do are damn thang’

Everything bape for my Versace frames

These hoes wanna’ fuck on big chang chang

I know everybody wanna be a hot boy

But them perpin’ ass niggas get shot boy

And these niggas backwoods be so harsh

You don’t got no bars yous a’ marks

Say daat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daaaat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daaaat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daaaat

[Philthy Rich:]

I say my bitches hit for 40 thou’

It’s a stick in my 40. cal

I got these old rappers age

Niggas broke and they outdated

I be kissing on a brick hoe

Now I ain’t kissing no bitch tho’

Tattoos all on my face

Your name was all on my nigga’s case

Yeah bitch I’m still riding foreign

And your niggas still ride normal

Three thou on these Christian Loubes

It’s 10 thou for them [pistol?] shoes

Seminary fuck with Vallejo

I’m first classing niggas on the layo’

Aye my money make my dick hard

These niggas pussies they just playing hard

[Nef The Pharaoh:]

Say daat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daaaat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daaaat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daaaat

And all y’all niggas off velluci

I’m a money making nigga getting blue cheese

Every time I’m in the booth I keep the Glock on me

Just in case the engineer tryna’ flyde on me

Its the fact that all these bitches love Xanax

She pop bars play Nef and get her panties wet

See I could’ve put in licks but I’ve got [Y’s?]

Cause a nigga wanna’ try [gunnies?] by my side

And I be tryna’ teach my baby boy right from wrong

But if a bitches outta pocket keep your pimpin’ strong

And you betta’ treat yo’ momma’ like the queen she is

Family is everything don’t ever be on sucka’ shit

Back to the story niggas waiting on handouts

But every time its a session you pull a gram out?

And the hoes say my voice sound hella’ clean

KilFMB the corporation we own everything

Say daat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daaaat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daaaat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daat

Say daaaat

Nef The Pharaoh Dumb Life

I’m a South Vallejo nigga with a fat ass 40

I don’t care if you don’t know me, but the hoes be on me

I’m in a dope fiend rental in the highspeed

Hella hyphy, going 190

And I just put a thizz in a bottle of D’Usse

Gigging, no music, like what is a DJ?

Gon’ fuck it up like my name was Tay Way

I’m global not local and I did it the bay way

I’m off Pharaoh Cone and I’m in my zone

Going dumb by myself like leave me alone

I still do the Oakland drop

With the apple [?] when I switch the block

Dip in, dip out like a oldschool turfer

Get ratchet, bitch I’m ready to worse ya

[?] she was fucking a b

And it all went down on Porter Street

Say dat

Go head, go head

And that’s just how I live my life

Go head, dumb

That’s just how I live my life

Still dumb, turnt up, like wah

Hyphy, stupid as fuck

Dumber than Dumbo on the block like Mutombo

I give a fuck

Whipping thousand dollar furs when I hit the bird

I don’t drive much cause I be swerving

They ain’t have Henny so I’m turnt off Merlin

I’m up early in the morning, when the fiends be chirpin’

Doing things with the team and the streets was [?]

Four deep stuck in a hot box

If you break the hot box, get put you in a slot box

I got locks so I shake me top

Throwin’ off my equilibrium in one spot

Tryna bone break like Frenchie, but that shit ain’t in me

[?] bay get funky

Special keys, we stupid as shit

When the last time you seen a party move like this?

Go head, go head

That’s just how I live my life

Go head, dumb

That’s just how I live my life

Still dumb, turnt up, like wah

Hyphy, stupid as fuck

Nef The Pharaoh Mistletoe

I need all the sexy ass ladies to come down to the dance floor right now

We just changed the course of history

Christmas ain’t gon’ never be the same

Come blow me on the mistletoe

Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Come blow me on the mistletoe

Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Come blow me on the mistletoe

Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Come blow me on the mistletoe

Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

My son saw his mom dark skin Santa Claus

My son saw his mom dark skin Santa Claus

My son saw his mom dark skin Santa Claus

My son saw his mom dark skin Santa Claus

Shoutout to them stripping ass thick thots

As soon they can powder their nose

On the pole she know all types of tricks bruh

She will have you spending your dough

All the pimps try to knock her

But they never succeed

And I’m the type of cat that never drops her

That’s why she’s coming home with me

Come blow me on the mistletoe

Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Come blow me on the mistletoe

Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Come blow me on the mistletoe

Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Come blow me on the mistletoe

Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Scrolling through my muthafucking phone

Tryna find me a thoty that’ll slide

Over the hills we go

In a brand new drop top ride

(Keys, keys, keys)

Diamonds on my chains hit ore

Mike Tyson on fight night

If you see her riding in my car

She gon’ go and take pipe

(Aight, aight, aight)

Come blow me on the mistletoe

Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Come blow me on the mistletoe

Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Come blow me on the mistletoe

Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Come blow me on the mistletoe

Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Nef The Pharaoh Cpt. Save A Hoe 2k17

[Nef The Pharaoh:]

I-I-I tried to tell you about that bitch break

She’s outta pocket, she be doing all types of shit behind your back

And you still give her unconditional love, you just don’t see it

I don’t know why

Hey Mr. Captain save a Hoe is you gone save that bitch?

You think she in it for the love, to her you just a trick

I told you times and time again stop fucking hot thotties

She a walking coffin boy that pussy got bodies

He rescued the bitch from the pound

Dog hoe she wasn’t potty trained, she actin’ out

Charity case, her ex nigga beat her up

She gave you the run around, and now you wanna pick her up?

Typical simp nigga, all for the bitch lip

She make your baby sit, and that ain’t even your kid

Convertible top man, you don’t be using your lips

Playing daddy at the past, she gave that ass to a trick

Now you heart broken, suicide on your mind

Wide open, Mac Mall ’99

Hate to repeat myself I told your ass a thousand times

That’s what you get for tryna save that bitch, I let her drown

Hey Mr. Captain save a Hoe is you gone save that bitch?

You think she in it for the love, to her you just a trick

I told you times and time again stop fucking hot thotties

She a walking coffin boy that pussy got bodies

[Larry June:]

Knock the bitch in the mornin’

Had her trappin’ by the night

Yeah the babe is slow

So I put her on a flight

Yeah it’s three in the mornin, and I’m still on the plane

I ain’t stressed, not once when I heard about [?]

On my way to L.A. I mean [?] For the peace

On my mama nigga I can touch twenty in a week

And my nigga Nef lined, and I slide to the V

I spend time in the V

I got love in the V

Lil’ maggot ass bitch don’t be playn’ with a P

Slide in the under with a mag in the C

Hit a lick than then I went and put my wrist on D

Ol’ square ass nigga want to save that bitch

[Nef The Pharaoh:]

Hey Mr. Captain save a Hoe is you gone save that bitch?

You think she in it for the love, to her you just a trick

I told you times and time again stop fucking hot thotties

She a walking coffin boy that pussy got bodies

Hey Mr. Captain save a Hoe is you gone save that bitch?

You think she in it for the love, to her you just a trick

I told you times and time again stop fucking hot thotties

She a walking coffin boy that pussy got bodies

Woah kemosabe, stop servin’ thotties

Nef The Pharaoh BMD

Still smoking on these pharaohs

I lit it up with a kilFMB lighter too

Corporation

Aye this is for all the baby daddies who [?]

Who your baby momma be

Yelling at the top of her mutha’ fuckin’ lungs

Turning red and shit

To tell the truth, I don’t know the truth

Conceal my feelings like a whip and I stay bulletproof

They heard somebody shot me down, I know it was you

It’s like your whole percentages, all ’cause you got the juice

I’m not the feds but I got a few questions

I also want to teach your ass a lesson

I took you as a blessing, all the while you was stressing

These are my confessions, Henny got me talking reckless

And I don’t mean to rain on your little parade

But tell your boyfriend that your head was amazing

I only act a ass on certain occasions

And I’m being a donkey ’cause you want the equation

We hit fifty states, even south of equator

Your girlfriends ask, “This is how you repay him?”

And come to think about it you were really persuasive

Never should’ve let this alien step foot in my spaceship

I got baby mama drama

Damn, damn

I got baby mama drama

Aw damn, damn

I got baby mama drama, I got baby mama drama

Baby mama drama

Baby mama drama, I got baby mama drama

Baby mama drama

Baby mama drama

[?] face but that’s what you calling me

But every time you doing bad you end up calling me

I’m not the perfect motherfucker people think I am

Sometimes you get me to that point I want to use my hands

Talk about me like a dog so I call you bitch

Remember when your mama said my music wasn’t shit?

That hit the chain real hard, it had me finna quit

And now I’m a world tour, I know you niggas sick

What’s with all these lies, talking about I

Don’t support my son, girl you sound dumb

Anything the lil nigga want, I get it quickly

And you stayed getting cashed out like a quick fee

Now every time you get the chance you tryna diss me

Miss me with the mystery

You just looking for sympathy

No no no loving living here this heart is empty

I hope you find a perfect man and [?]

I got baby mama drama

Damn, damn

I got baby mama drama

Aw damn, damn

I got baby mama drama, I got baby mama drama

Baby mama drama

Baby mama drama, I got baby mama drama

Baby mama drama

Baby mama drama

I got baby mama drama

I got baby mama drama

I got baby mama drama

I got baby mama drama

Nef The Pharaoh Big Boss Chang

This shit sound like a motherfuckin’ movie, goddamn. Here ye, here ye. Sir Chang, Chang [?]

Big boss Chang, I’ma self-made nigga

Bitch, I got kids, I ain’t finna to play with ya

Fuck a Wesley Snipes, I am not a blade nigga

Party, party, party, I just want to rave with ya

Big boss Chang, I’ma self-made nigga

Bitch, I got kids, I ain’t finna to play with ya

Fuck a Wesley Snipes, I am not a blade nigga

Party, party, party, I just want to rave with ya

Fuck up a bag mode, I am an asshole, bustdown patek, oh

VVS diamonds shinin, beat the kitty I’m a lion, FN bullets flying

Over mines, [?] dying, when I DM, she replyin’

Act like a pussy, you get fucked like one

My little nigga 15 with a big-ass gun

Bitch, I had an A-R ‘fore I had my son

Chang, Chang a young Knievel ’cause you know I stunt

Big rock in Philippe make the hoes be sick

Couldn’t suck my dick so she sucked my [?]

I’m addicted to the drip, I can’t get my fix

You ain’t never met a nigga with no sauce like this, Chang

Big boss Chang, I’ma self-made nigga

Bitch, I got kids, I ain’t finna to play with ya

Fuck a Wesley Snipes, I am not a blade nigga

Party, party, party, I just want to rave with ya

Big boss Chang, I’ma self-made nigga

Bitch, I got kids, I ain’t finna to play with ya

Fuck a Wesley Snipes, I am not a blade nigga

Party, party, party, I just want to rave with ya

I know the strip clubs love me nigga, I made an anthem

I know the rat hoes love me nigga, I got them dancin’

Ye ain’t never pulled up in a hood that wasn’t yours

In a white Aventador with the butterfly doors

Real hoes gonna choose when pimp walk thru

And that Goyard bag got a stick in it too

Me and Treeze, [?] keep thots in the room

She gonna run it up for daddy like a real bitch do

Aye, blow off her back mode, bust down Patek oh

I am an asshole, I just might tax hoe

Fuck a diss song, nigga we don’t do the battles

Y’all livin’, [?]

Big boss Chang, I’ma self-made nigga

Bitch, I got kids, I ain’t finna to play with ya

Fuck a Wesley Snipes, I am not a blade nigga

Party, party, party, I just want to rave with ya

Big boss Chang, I’ma self-made nigga

Bitch, I got kids, I ain’t finna to play with ya

Fuck a Wesley Snipes, I am not a blade nigga

Party, party, party, I just want to rave with ya

Oohhhh, oohhhh, oohhhh, oohhhh

Oohhhh, oohhhh, oohhhh, oohhhh