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Welcome to the barbecue
Uncle drunk as the fuck 
Making plates on top of plates 
Tomorrow that shit for lunch
Mamma yelling at they kids 
Better eat

designer miraculous
Pussy binoculars, dick disasterious 
In my head, im fuckin spectacular
Boy so popular, He's talkin miraculous
Dead by 30 but alive with

always love you
Don't care if your mamma don't like me
Beacuse I am a boy who knows exactly where I'm standing

Show me what you've got and let me rock

mamma three times
I told her I'ma quit the streets when truthfully I keep lying
It's fucking with her mentally them lonely nights when she cries
Granny

Momma tried to tell me calm down with everything that I'm doing
mamma tried to tell me calm down with everything that I'm doing
Yeah, she has told me

knew the outcome
Mamma how come you were so loud for me
Did these things in my life so you'd be proud of me 

Compared to others holidays didn't mean

wrote 
Don't need no reference track 
Every line i can quote 
Grab the game by it's throat 
On my mamma man 
I won't ever choke 
This the realest stuff i

mag aim at your back like you Jabbar 
Man it's a shame
Your mamma ought to be ashamed 
You envy me, why don't you kiss my pinky ring 
You wanted smoke

the game by it's throat
On my mamma man
I won't ever choke
This the realest stuff i ever wrote
This the realest stuff i ever wrote
This the realest stuff i

Put that guitar down boy and lend a hand
Why you sit there picking your mamma and me don't understand
You've got to help a little to keep on living

Now I remember every word that they said
What the system and the teachers tried to put in my head
Mamma said don't trust these folks cause

suck me
Sense you always tryna judge me bitch, you still livin witcho mamma boy you ain’t shit
Even tho ain’t no presidential on my wrist, on the inside

em
Swear his heart cold til that mufuckin heat come 
Poked up forever baby boy you know I don’t need one 
Clantag clantag ye I bleed them 

Pledge

a tirar gli spicci 
My bro Be you not them 
 Every soul has differents flame 
 Mamma dice never forget from where you came 
Non guardare gli altri boy

even sounds tight janky ass promoter tried to charge me for a show I said it’s players Only boy you better charge a hoe Nigga talking bout he got

em
Swear his heart cold til that mufuckin heat come 
Poked up forever baby boy you know I don’t need one 
Clantag clantag ye I bleed them 

Pledge

me a chance
I just want you by side

Always knew that you was down to ride 
Thinking bout all the times you cried 

Over a fuck boy playing your head

Wake up every day, this shit the same
Lookin' out my window
All I ever see is rain
And I know my mamma think
I'm goin' through a phase
I'm just

everybody

Don't be telling these niggas About what you done seen
Don't be letting them know that You
You lacked guidance and green

Your mamma was busy

ganger bedre 
  
Repper min by KRS til de senker meg 
null tid til å loke bort lenger nei 
hadde et liv, men nå lever jeg i drømmeland 
er med Jaa9 deler

Well the tax man at the front door
And the preacher man at the liqour store
My mamma said boy don't you cry
The man upstairs gonna get you right

chanel
Ma manco ci perdo tempo
Dalle popo alle seychelles
Ma a mamma gliel'ho promesso
Voglio comprare un cartier
Poi tutto il tempo che ho perso
Sto

Off that E&J and 45 

You know gangsta vibes

Hit that left down on Bendmeer 

Nigga Deem the lights

Seen a fuck boy slippin

See I told him it’s

damned to see again
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Your granddaddy hates him cos ya mamma sure loves him
My boy