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fredo - my mother’s life lyrics

[verse 1]
i bet them people see my diamonds first before it’s ever me
and when it comes to my block, i put word out around there on every street
it’s london city, tons of nitties, bare man talk, ain’t f+cking with me
the paigons left with scars a couple times when bumping to me
take my chain, you must be silly (silly)
if mello wasn’t squeezing that day, well, then it must’ve been billy
nah, i won’t lie, my guy, my life changed since i touched a milly (milly)
now you can trust me, but before, trusting me was silly
finessed a couple plugs with hilly
p+ssy boy, you must be silly
switched it up with just a lizzy
told my jewelers, “flood them silly”
plus i get my brothers chilly
we might lie, rapping ’bout the nine, meanwhile, the tool’s a four (four)
but that’s them little key pieces they’ll try and use in court
and, yeah, i fly the goons abroad, but grew up as a dodgy yute (dodgy yute)
one time, i didn’t build no trust, first time i copped, i robbed a yute
now i ain’t tryna rob no plugs and never f+ck with prostitutes (never)
i should make them pay to f+ck me, that’s how a real mobster moves

[chorus]
put that on my mother’s life
we’re not the same if your paigons ain’t lost a couple guys
and i ain’t talking ’bout no car crashes, it’s gun or knife (you know)
them man, they hate on me so hard, you have to wonder why (why?)
’cause i’m a boss in capitals, then get that underlined (get that underlined)
that’s on my mother’s life
i rock that flooded ice
take a few for one of mine
my brothers good, my mummy’s nice
i did magic, cut the price
she must be good if i f+cked twice (she must be)
that’s on my mother’s life
[verse 2]
i never ever talk inside my car about no silly stuff
my last plug, he got fifteen years, the police had his ceilings bugged (bugged)
my engine’s big, you’ll stand for five minutes to fill it up
they’re feeling us, i’m f+cking girls in doggy style ’til they fell in love (love)
all i do is multiply, my n+ggas, we never divide (never divide)
last month, i needed twelve racks, now it’s eleven a night (eleven a night)
my n+ggas in the field, but this year, ain’t no eleven a side (eleven a side)
but them man scoring goals and that’s all up on the enemy’s line

- fredo lyrics

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