My momma needed a new crib
Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip
Talking of the gods you serve
Momma said shut up and come downwards
Black fours red drop head doors
Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,
Lucky seven probably poppa
Left her to fuck your momma
I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her
Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer
And pray for better days
Momma was getting a new raise.
European model white bitch is eating donuts
My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;
For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet
Now there's using your head, momma always said
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