Lyrics:
the ecstasy)
Broke boy better not say nothing to me
(Better not say nothing to me)
Coming out my grandmama house
They tried to ambush me (Fake shit)
My brother
a superstar
I can't get a job so I live with my mom
I take her money but not quite enough
I make my own fun in grandmama's basement
Said I look mad, she said I
Ayo
Never gave a fuck about a
Nigga or his feelings
Or his momma, or opinions or his cousin
Or appearance or his dead grandmama
Fuck designer, fuck
The Boys of the 29th
He was my Grandmama's daddy, he'd just turned 95
When he showed me his old uniform
He said, boy, the first good reason this old
Fuck a Mercedes Benz
I'm riding my burgundy Grand Marquis
Call it "grandmama", she never go over 30
I drive nice and slow
Cause I got no place to go
bitch, I'm warning ya
Please don't feed the animals
When they got they face covered in pantyhose
Niggas ain't nothin' nice
Take your grandmama chain
head, gone show me--- that your great grandmama dead
Now before we married you said that I was the best
A week after that you act like two birds in one
You'll believe me when that front door is blowing in
They going in and they'll tackle everybody
Grandmama, grandbaby, shackle everybody
Interrupt your
you wear overalls)
(And big old brogan shoes)
And you need a haircut, tramp (haircut, woman, you foolin', ooh, I'm a lover)
Mama was, grandmama, papa
Woman, you foolin'...ooh...I'm a lover.
Mama was.
Grandmama, Papa too.
Boogaloo.
All that stuff.
And I'm the only son-of-a-gun this side
you wear overalls)
(And big old brogan shoes)
And you need a haircut, tramp (haircut, woman, you foolin', ooh, I'm a lover)
Mama was, grandmama, papa
overalls, and big old brogan shoes, and you need a haircut, Tramp.
Haircut? Woman, you foolin'...ooh...I'm a lover. Mama was. Grandmama, Papa too. Boogaloo.
hear all that thunderin' and lightnin', and get off that telephone
(Ugh, alright)
(Grandmama, what's all that noise?)
(I'm scared)
Baby, don't be
outside a ticking and a tocking
Everything so peaceful and dandy
I can see my grandmama 'cross the street still a rocking
Watching all the neighbours go
(Yeah)
You the primer on the lim'-bean-green box when I couldn't afford a Ford (c'mon)
Clean socks scooting 'cross the floor in your
Grandmama house
You wear overalls, and big old brogan shoes, and you need a haircut, tramp.
Haircut?
Woman, you foolin', ooh, I'm a lover.
Mama was. Grandmama
the number,
Ah it's the same as the times you laughed in my face.
Won't somebody please wake me from this bad dream,
I remember my grandmama told me,
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? (Oh, I)
Hot tub, bad to the bony, I'm Tony
As my Grandmama Edna Mae Kearse, she showed me
How to be
force in army
Four teets is on 'em no heat is on 'em
'Cause grandmama prayed
That he leave the corner
I got next it's my time
I got next to get mine
I
(hey)
Is the good life better than the life I live
When I thought that I was gonna go crazy
And now my grandmama ain't the only girl calling me baby
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
you wear overalls)
(And big old brogan shoes)
And you need a haircut, tramp (haircut, woman, you foolin', ooh, I'm a lover)
Mama was, grandmama, papa
eyes
Fat like a burger and fries
Go back to the country to go check my grandmama
Bring it to the table at the meetings
Gathering large receivings
when I play that Casanova
Way back when we was kissing on your grand-mama's sofa
Girl I got us lovey dovey on my photo album
I got them pictures back
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