Lyrics:
them young girls, this ain't for them young girls
You gotta be grown and sexy baby, you gotta be grown and sexy baby
Hey lil mama, what you say lil mama
While they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
again
Sipping henny and patron because this party never ends
Off the mushrooms
My phone is wavy
I can't even read the text
I've been on them drugs even
steady baller block, can't take nothin from us
Young nigga, livin' a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothin' nice"
They
steady baller block, can't take nothin from us
Young nigga, livin' a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothin' nice"
They
out, shit, we puttin' rewards on niggas (Brrt)
Live by the gun and we die about it, shit, I'm praying the sword don't kill us
Praying the Lord forgive
the lingerie socks
Didn't know they made them 'til I took 'em off and I popped
Her mama sixty but look twenty-nine and that's a great sign (woah)
Could take
Let's go down to Alabama
Let's go see my dear old mama
Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
That's what I like 'bout the South
She's got baked ribs
them digits
And let's not forget by the way that you running the streets you look gullible sis
Like how you want saving as soon as you get it you running
In a hundred towels
And everyday I'm taking rappers
For their bloody scalps
And punch them in their mouth like
Derek in the cubby house first they diss
missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive weighin' one-sixty-five
In a city where the skinny niggas die?
Tell Mama, don't cry
Even when
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
shawty I
Could really buy stealths
But I'm feeling my belt
I'm feeling my sneaks cause
I ain't never seen them on anybody
Got the semi by me for anybody
blurped on me, said I ran a stop sign but that's a lie
I spent my whole life staring at the stage
Playin' Sega, daddy smokin' sherm, mama playin' spades
this- been cavin' in
Scrollin' through my call log, by emojis, how I'm savin' 'em
Them heart eyes, that peach one, my old ones but I favorite them
That
codes
My money short
Missin' them days of honey oats
Dollar bills in mama's coat
Cartoons and bubble soap
This be the realest shit I wrote
This be
the neighbors off
You and them twelve foot ceilings
I just painted through halls so I can be with you
I wanna live my dream with you
You say that money don't
on this CD
Cuz y'all never sang a song for me before"
And ah, this was written by mama
And this is what mama told me to tell y'all
She said
We
of it, but as stubborn as we are, did I take it too far?
'Cleaning Out My Closet' and all them other songs
But regardless I don't hate you 'cause, ma
steppin' on suede, yeah
Eighth of mushrooms tucked up in my blazer
Way I'm dressed got 70s flavor
Austin powers oh behave, yeah
Darlin' you got that honey by
and tuck me in my bed,
Kiss me on my head after all the pray'rs were said.
Growing up with him was easy, time just flew on by,
The years began to fly,
By the time you were born there were four other siblings
With your Mama awaiting your daddy in jail
Your oldest brother was away at a home
wanna stray, there's a way out (way out)
Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school
And as the years pass by, you can show them fools
But you ain't
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