Album by Field Mob
Number of Lyrics in Album : 13
By Field Mob, I came up in the hood, infested with teenage hustlers Street
By Field Mob, You got to get ya cut get a coke make
By Field Mob, Gurl fuck that nigga, Sean, he ain't bout shit anyway Allwayz
By Field Mob, It ain't no converhation Bitch no dimistration Get the fuck up out
By Field Mob, My shorty done cut me loose She say she don't want
By Field Mob, Yeah, all in my face feelin' me All in my face
By Field Mob, HATERSSSSSSSSSS Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin Hatin cause these hoes
By Field Mob, Man I use to be stressed for bread. dead broke,
By Field Mob, Stay up Hold ya head up It's hell in the streets boy Hold
By Field Mob, Field Mob, I'm Shawn J and him, that's Bulldog I represent
By Field Mob, I'm ready to flee to a better place Go West, South
By Field Mob, I'm so sick of bein' lonely Every night while my man
By Field Mob, Two times, comin up, and I feel you and I