king von - mamas boy lyrics
[intro]
young chop on the beat
chop
von
von
b-tch
[verse]
see, mama, she raised her a savage
went and took it if i didn’t have it
see, i can do magic
i can get rid of my gun and still beat your -ss like your daddy
we thirsty, we blitzin’ like madden
in traffic with full automatic
i’m clutchin’ and speedin’ while drivin’
left hand on the wheel like i got it
not hidin’, how you could not find us?
always muggin’, so please do not mind us
it’s the pills, it’s f-ckin’ our minds up
when we flyin’, we drip in designer
don’t look back, 12 stay behind us
flashbacks of me in them lineups
no, i cannot go, i ain’t no ho, put the pedal to the floor
my life a movie, we shootin’
you got a gun, but don’t use it
the drugs we abuse it, i ain’t abusive
beat an opp b-tch like she stupid
i’m chillin’ at ruth chris, just me and my new b-tch
you stressin’ and goin’ bald
baby, you on that fu’ sh-t
pull over, i think that’s him
matter fact, gang, that’s them
see the one with the fade, got a limp?
i thought he was dead, but f-ck that sh-t
i want him, i want him, i want him
pull up on ’em, up on ’em, up on ’em
i swear that boy is a goner
tried to run, but i got up on ’em
tried to run, but i got up on ’em
he need a new kidney, you donate?
my shoes by gucci, you know it
you payin’ that sh-t if you owe it
my mama’s first born, i’m the oldest
huh? what?
b-tch, i beat the body, i’m chosen
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