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kid red - mama kids lyrics

[chorus: goldie]
you know all what time it is
i’m about a dollar, put that on my mama kids
n-gga’s h-lla fake, and these b-tches be counterfeit
don’t get caught slippin’, i’m sippin’ that slimey sh-t, aye
chopsticks they droppin’ sh-t
shootas like jehovah’s witness is knockin’ sh-t
i’m about a dollar, put that on my mama kids
aye, put that on my mama kids, aye

[verse 1: lil yee]
put that on my mama kids
young n-gga, you from wherever your mama live
all these drugs f-ckin’ with my confidence
most these n-ggas fake, you can’t tell that they counterfeits
it’s too much i had to count that sh-t again
goin’ half of the bag, it was just me and my mans
all white, all night for them blue faces
pullin’ off a hockey mask, i’m the new jason
dope d-ck drive a bad b-tch crazy
but for this d-ck, lil’ b-tch you gotta pay me
aye, she gon’ wipe me down like she post to do
i do what i want when i wanna do
i don’t answer no question b-tch
aye, listen here, i’m your guidance and protection b-tch
directions here, yeah, tell my residence
but don’t come without dead presidents

[verse 2: kid red]
put that on my mama kids i’ma make it
these n-ggas so fake, can’t rap, i can’t take it
back in the day, f-ckin’ hoes in the vacant
smokin’ nothin’ on in the wood, you gotta taste it
everybody flex now, everybody pop sh-t
until it gets real then you really gotta drop sh-t
wes gettin’ big now, yee is a rap star
finishline, bang gang all my n-ggas trap hard
tryna get a black card, shooters in the black car
need to find out why these young n-ggas act hard
you know what time it is
d daddy bout his dolla, my brothers be shinin’ b-tch
i ain’t with the stealing, my n-ggas be robbin’ sh-t
no new faces came into this brother sh-t
choppas on me like i hit a battleship, battleship
and i put that on my mama kids

[chorus: goldie]
aye, you know all what time it is
i’m about my dollar, put that on my mama kids
n-gga where i’m from, they play b-tches and politics
don’t get caught slippin’, i’m sippin’ that slimey sh-t, aye
chopsticks they droppin’ sh-t
shootas like jehovah’s witness they knockin’ sh-t
i’m about my dollar, put that on my mama kids
aye, put that on my mama kids, aye

- kid red lyrics

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