Lyrics:
4 My Momma
By: AC Da’ Perfecto
Chorus/Hook:
This For My Momma;
We got chops for the cops that don't play by the rules. Keep that thang on my hip you know I came equipped. We peep the game and we hipped they had
u better than the others will
Come on baby sit it down wit me yea
You can come and meet my family yea
And if you need something baby then tell me
husband is beating up your son?"
Next thing I knew that family packed up and they were gone
Back pressed flat against the wall
And they hit me with
Boys on the block told boys on the spot
You gotta a shot youngin', you ain't gotta get shot
Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock
attract violent, self esteem issue kinda types
Club wit your children, 5th of liquor and skittiwee
Try to run that game on me but baby you shittin' me
ya’ll
Kool and the Gang
Take some time off
You been doing ya thang!
I’m proud of you fam
Proud of all of ya’ll
Love in the atmosphere
Family having a ball
don't turn on each other remember that)
(No Limit family baby)
(Master P, Kane, and Abel)
(To the world)
(Haha)
(We're here when all
leave my family behind
I don’t wanna see my baby girl cry
And There's still enemies I wanna see die
I gotta leave my family behind
I know my last
Motivated by the pain
Ain't no other wayyyyy
Smoking Up on the dank
Cigarette like a train
Heart grown numb just like nova-cane
All Part
Motivated by the pain
Ain't no other wayyyyy
Smoking Up on the dank
Cigarette like a train
Heart grown numb just like nova-cane
All Part
lil' bitch, whole family ain't shit
Bet your mama ain't shit, and your daddy was a snitch
Baby daddy doin' dicks, and your mouth on the shit, and your
Pistol on me baby but I ain't no savage
All in for em cause they my family
Real recognize real and baby you ain't standing
I hear you talkin shit lil
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Look I bossed up lil' baby come and do me like some chores
Aye
Got my family out the dirt, I was Incentivized by pain
Hate me or love me my
it don't sell white wine
Gon' let that light shine
Ballin' for a life time
Smoking on a nice pine
Weezy baby flight flyin'
You can call him your
on my side, I still scream forever fine
Hating out of style, like forever 21
Bae, I'm paranoid, so I'm sleeping with an eye
Still feeling some thangs
Fucking while we smoking weed
Baby I'm blinding by yo greed (cmon)
Fuck around you can have my seed (yeah)
Riding with a shawty in the backseat
Ask me do I
that's my baby)
Yeah (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah (mm-mm)
Go (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper
game
Still fuckin' the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!)
A drive for no paper work, organize drive-by's and your neighbor
mistaking his ass gone be a thang of the past
And watch his family be swearing he a saint and ain't bad
It ain't gone be no more mistakes on what they say he
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
the crown
And I be feelin like my neck sprained
Baby say she like the ice and
How I do my thang but
She can't see all of the
Pain through these Cartier sticks
it
Boy you're driving me crazy
A family?
If you wit it, let's go half on a baby
Should really think about becoming my dude
You can handle that
Turn
are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was
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