Side Hoe
Mobtrap Lyrics
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You know it's MOB
I did so many wrongs
I don't expect you to forgive
Smokin' Backwoods at my trap, at my crib
Thinkin' bout you baby
The things we coulda did
Was such a stupid kid
I never should've left you since
The day I met you
No other nigga like me can protect you
Pull up with a 40 and you know that's yo' NG
Keep a side hoe cuz' my
Main bitch don't check me
Snitches want me locked up
Bitch niggas, I'm free
I fucked them up twice but they still test me
My ice so cold I feel like i'm skinned
The rap game pays but that's
Not what i'm seein'
Maybe one day so I'll keep on dreamin'
Maybe one day so I'll keep on goin'
Stеady gettin' bands nigga
You know I'm runnin'
I be throwin' hands nigga
Steady free throwin'
Nеver wait for bitches cuz' them
Hoes be too crazy
Sippin' that lean, I can't walk, I'm too wavy
Percs got me faded but
I'm still drivin' steady might tap that hoe
I don't think so but maybe
Nigga want smoke cook you up like spaghetti
Nigga don't play, you don't know me I'm ready
Cruisin' my hood with my G's in my Chevy
You might have a shooter but don't play
I got three
I did so many wrongs
I don't expect you to forgive
Smokin' Backwoods at my trap, at my crib
Thinkin' bout you baby
The things we coulda did
And I know I fucked up I
Was such a stupid kid
I never should've left you since
The day I met you
No other nigga like me can protect you
Pull up with a 40 and you know that's yo' NG
Keep a side hoe cuz' my
Main bitch don't check me
My main bitch don't check me
My main bitch don't check me
Keep a side hoe cuz' my
Main bitch don't check me mOB
Aye, aye you know It's MOB
In the lyrics to Mobtrap's song "Side Hoe," the artist reflects on his past mistakes and regrets. He acknowledges the wrongs he has done and doesn't expect forgiveness from the person he is addressing. The line "Smokin' Backwoods at my trap, at my crib" suggests that he finds solace and distraction in the drug culture of his environment. Despite these distractions, he can't help but think about the potential experiences and moments he and this person could have had together. He admits that leaving them was a foolish decision and realizes that there is no other person like him who can protect them.
The lyrics also touch on the artist's defiance and resilience. He mentions the snitches who want to see him locked up and the "bitch niggas" who keep testing him, but assertively declares that he is still free and standing strong. The lines "My ice so cold I feel like I'm skinned" and "The rap game pays but that's not what I'm seein'" hint at the artist's dissatisfaction with the current state of affairs and his desire for more success. He continues to dream and stay motivated, hoping that one day his dreams will come true and the rap game will truly reward him.
The song portrays a sense of confidence and toughness, with references to violence and drug use. The artist mentions his ability to handle himself in physical altercations ("I be throwin' hands nigga") and his indulgence in lean, a drug that impairs his motor functions ("Sippin' that lean, I can't walk, I'm too wavy"). The lyrics also emphasize the artist's readiness for any challenge or confrontation ("Nigga want smoke cook you up like spaghetti, Nigga don't play, you don't know me I'm ready"). Despite the presence of a "main bitch," the artist openly admits to keeping a side hoe, suggesting a lack of commitment or fidelity in his relationships.
Line by Line Meaning
I did so many wrongs
I have made numerous mistakes and acted improperly
I don't expect you to forgive
I understand that you may not be able to forgive me
Smokin' Backwoods at my trap, at my crib
I am smoking Backwoods, a type of cigar, at my drug operation location or home
Thinkin' bout you baby
I am constantly thinking about you
The things we coulda did
All the things we could have done together
And I know I fucked up I
I am aware that I messed up
Was such a stupid kid
I acted foolishly and immaturely
I never should've left you since
I regret leaving you since the beginning
The day I met you
Since the day I first met you
No other nigga like me can protect you
There is no other person like me who can protect you
Pull up with a 40 and you know that's yo' NG
I arrive with a .40 caliber firearm, and that is yours, my friend
Keep a side hoe cuz' my
I have a secondary lover because my
Main bitch don't check me
The main person I am involved with does not monitor me or question my actions
Snitches want me locked up
Informants are trying to get me arrested
Bitch niggas, I'm free
I am not controlled or imprisoned by weak individuals
I fucked them up twice but they still test me
I have aggressively defeated them multiple times, yet they continue to challenge me
My ice so cold I feel like i'm skinned
My jewelry is so cold that it feels as if my skin is exposed
The rap game pays but that's
Although the music industry can be profitable, that is
Not what i'm seein'
I am not currently experiencing financial success in the rap game
Maybe one day so I'll keep on dreamin'
Perhaps in the future, so I will continue to have dreams and aspirations
Maybe one day so I'll keep on goin'
Possibly in the future, so I will persist and keep moving forward
Steady gettin' bands nigga
Consistently earning money, my friend
You know I'm runnin'
You are aware that I am hustling and being active
I be throwin' hands nigga
I engage in physical altercations, my friend
Steady free throwin'
Skillfully and confidently throwing punches
Never wait for bitches cuz' them
I do not wait for women because they
Hoes be too crazy
Women can be unpredictable and irrational
Sippin' that lean, I can't walk, I'm too wavy
Drinking lean, a codeine-based cough syrup, has made me feel intoxicated and uncoordinated
Percs got me faded but
Taking Percocet painkillers has made me feel disoriented but
I'm still drivin' steady might tap that hoe
I am still able to drive, although I may potentially have a sexual encounter with a woman
I don't think so but maybe
I am unsure if that will happen, but there is a possibility
Nigga want smoke cook you up like spaghetti
If an individual wants to confront me, I will handle them aggressively like cooking spaghetti
Nigga don't play, you don't know me I'm ready
Do not engage with me, as you are unaware of my preparedness and readiness for any situation
Cruisin' my hood with my G's in my Chevy
I am driving through my neighborhood with my close associates in my Chevrolet vehicle
You might have a shooter but don't play
You may possess someone who is willing to use a firearm, but it is not wise to provoke me
I got three
I have three individuals who are armed and supportive of me
My main bitch don't check me
The primary person I am involved with does not monitor me or question my actions
My main bitch don't check me
The primary person I am involved with does not monitor me or question my actions
Keep a side hoe cuz' my
I have a secondary lover because my
Main bitch don't check me
The primary person I am involved with does not monitor me or question my actions
MOB aye, aye
Representing the MOB (Money Over Bitches) lifestyle
You know it's MOB
It is clear and evident that the MOB (Money Over Bitches) lifestyle is being represented
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