Betty Rocker - Field Mob



typed by miss502002





you've got to cook it up in tha pot

bakin soda make hot

chop it up then put it on the block

cook it up let it sit

then it stop chop it up bag it up

put it on the counter

(repeat)



verse 1

i'm a roach in a rat trap

i feel like new born babies in car seats

i supposed to stay strapped

cause i'm country like collar greens and grits

we be like spike lee

they screeming nics

CAUSE THEY KEEP CALLING ME

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scared i'm on the team

and i see one of my enemies

what's all the fuss about?

shout yo mouth, cut it out

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you don't sell dope like me



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