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god - mama put me out lyrics

[hook]
mama put me out ‘cuz i was selling dope
mama put me out ‘cuz i was selling c0ke, (money block!)
mama put me out ‘cuz i was gunning sh-t, (vraaah!)
mama put me out but now i’m running sh-t. (vraaah!)

mama put me out ‘cuz i was selling dope, (money!)
mama put me out ‘cuz i was selling c0ke, (block!)
mama put me out ‘cuz i was gunning sh-t, (vraaah!)
mama put me out but now i’m running sh-t. (block!)

mama put me out ‘cuz i was selling dope, (money!)
mama put me out ‘cuz i was selling c0ke, (block!)
mama put me out ‘cuz i was gunning sh-t, (vraaah!)
mama put me out and now i’m runnin sh-t!

[verse 1]
i was broke i can’t lie. selling dope to get back
selling dope to get fly. just rolled up im high
she was working, i was at the crib
bad conditions that’s how we live
smoking weed, popping pills. getting money off white hills
slang cane that sugar sweet. bang bang, knock ya’ll off your feet
you a lame n-gga, stay off the streets
got a cold heart with a lot of heat:
lot of heat, no summertime. got a eagle was gunning time
all the day is get money time, when you see me coming it’s get running time
money town like a [?],chsaing money like a [?],leaving n-ggas like a [?],gotta an m16 in the back seat
gotta pick n-gga up like a taxi
wanna move a ‘lil work gotta ask me; momma put me out i was on some other sh-t but it’s cool now cuz i’m runnin sh-t (vraah)

[hook]
mama put me out ‘cuz i was selling dope (money!)
mama put me out ‘cuz i was selling c0ke (block!)
mama put me out ‘cuz i was gunnig sh-t (vraaah)
mama put me out when im running sh-t (block!)

mama put me out ‘cuz i was selling dope (money!)
mama put me out ‘cuz i was selling c0ke (block!)
mama put me out ‘cuz i was gaining and sh-t (vraaah)
mama put me out when im runnin sh-t

im runnin sh-t, like bosses do
im gunning sh-t, im [?] you
in that your head, like boxers do
she gave me head, to my boxer school!
money block i’m ceo, [name] is my president
if you owe me money i come get it from your residence
never leave a paper trail,cleanning up the evidences
when it come the money talk, im some like a reverend
when you gotta band tho,when my momma put me out
now i got a whole block; im glad my momma put me out!
made it trough a f-ckin [?] i thought i’d never make it out
n-ggas lookin like a target f-ck it lemme take’em out!
take command,they can’t see me, stevie wonder, take the pack
multiply, bring it back and do the numbers!
how did they about 20 summers,and what ’bout 20 lammers,make they do about 20 summers (ha) (vraaah)

[made by sktt , corrected by sjnner]

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