MY MAMA (feat. DANNYMURDAA)

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Fabbrica d'Armi Pietro Beretta (Italian pronunciation: [ˈfabbrika ˈdarmi ˈpjɛːtro beˈretta]; "Pietro Beretta Weapon Factory") is a privately held Italian firearms manufacturing company operating in several countries. Its firearms are used worldwide for a variety of civilian, law enforcement, and military purposes. Sporting arms account for three-quarters of sales; Beretta is also known for marketing shooting clothes and accessories. Founded in the 16th century, Beretta is the oldest active manufacturer of firearm components in the world. In 1526 its inaugural product was arquebus barrels; by all accounts Beretta-made barrels equipped the Venetian fleet at the Battle of Lepanto in 1571. Beretta has supplied weapons for every major European war since 1650. more »

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Soul, Soul, Soul
They don't really understand my soul
They don't really understand my soul
Damn

I can't just not spit about my mom's and shit
She left out of the blue, oh shit, I feel like crying shit
I hate being without the throne
I look around, my protection is forever on my own

All the blames, all the hate, all the change
Young loco, don't sit on the negative
Better yet, dive into yo' competitive
Came from the tortilla maker

My mama, my soul shaker
My day one, she sold the world two for one
Me and Dannymurdaa, they see the designer
I wish they'd look deeper past my Balenciaga

Wish they'd see my heart is the only piece that stay cut beat
Purpled up, but my eager to maintain
My pride for my own scene
I do it for the black hair, pure soul, my main homie

My hyena, my reina, my mama
They're leaving on my right hand, ooh
It gave me the muscle, broke the core hustle
I can't just not spit about my mom's and shit

She left out of the blue, oh shit, I feel like crying shit
I feel like crying shit
I feel like crying shit

Oh, I feel like crying uh

Mama, mama, mama, where you going
Left me in the dust, man, I know you ain't doing it on purpose
You just tryna break all these walls down
Smash them heavy like Suburban

This feeling of you gone
Got me sippin', sippin', got me, got me, got me burnin
It's a feeling too hard not to be selfish
Trust me, I understand all your motives

Only woman I can buy flores and watch them shits flourish

She got that heavy heart
She got too much pain in her heart
She don't break
Nope, not to kill us off
Mama, now that you are far
Don't you listen to him, don't you go trevi on him
Hit the duranguense on him, move how you want

Have him straighten up, tell him how you wanna tell him
Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up
Her heart keep going sane
Her heart keep going sane

Her heart keep going sane
She has all the right to blame
She gave up on her life just to teach us right
All my lovers, all my homies, all my guests

She love them all the same
But not even close to how she love her sons
How she love her sons
How she love her sons

How she love her sons
How she love her sons
She loves them a ton
She scream to our face

She tell us all the time
Do not be afraid
Do not be discouraged
Be strong and courageous
O o oo ooo

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