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l5 - momma we made it lyrics

[intro]
hmm, yeah
ayy, mama, we made it, just look how we living
(i love you, l5), yeah
f+ck n+gga diss, my brother gon’ slide, go get him, bust his fitted
come here

[chorus]
ayy, mama, we made it, just look how we living (made it, just look how we living)
f+ck n+gga diss, my brother gon’ slide, go get him, bust his fitted
they say l5 savage (they say l5 savage)
n+gga got caught down bad, he was doin’ disses, past tense (past tense)
stickin’ with my dope+boy drip, i don’t too much f+ck with lanvins
and i’ll show a n+gga how to work that fire, hop out, face shot, n+gga, everybody die
i shoot at his mama, i’m tired of the cryin’ (doon+doon+doon)
don’t say my name on the scene with the crime (crime)
i’ll whack an opp on the scene with 4+5 (5)
he look fake, got gangster disguise (what?)
you see an opp, n+gga, blow your 9 (yeah)
two mil’ in three months, sh+t blew my mind

[verse]
pop sh+t, i been piped up (i been piped up)
love sneakin’, goin’ through my phone, ain’t tryna fight her (ain’t tryna fight her)
walkin’ all my opps, n+gga, i feel like a hiker
tell my young n+gga just chill, but he been hot just like a lighter
young n+gga sh+t, l5 been thuggin’, i creep out the cut and light sh+t like a blunt (huh, come here)
young n+gga must be stupid, he dissed my brother, lil’ boy, you know you done
dump, bro pass me a kylie ho, two+fifty, smack that sh+t and then call up kon (call up kon)
three+five in this grabba, puffin’ h5, we don’t call it runtz (l5)
tell me you got opp drop, p+ssy, then go slide
we in the black truck, knowin’ we deep, when lil keem hop out, n+gga, everybody dyin’
we got a drop over here and a drop over there, n+gga slide, n+gga, everybody cryin’
ap on my wrist, a n+gga look wrong, rp through his mind (mind, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
ayy, mama, we made it, just look how we living (made it, just look how we living)
f+ck n+gga diss, my brother gon’ slide, go get him, bust his fitted
they say l5 savage (they say l5 savage)
n+gga got caught down bad, he was doin’ disses, past tense (oh, that n+gga dissin’)
stickin’ with my dope+boy drip, i don’t too much f+ck with lanvins (woah)
and i’ll show a n+gga how to work that fire, hop out, face shot, n+gga, everybody die
i shoot at his mama, i’m tired of the cryin’
don’t say my name on the scene with the crime
i’ll whack an opp on the scene with 4+5
he look fake, got gangster disguise
you see an opp, n+gga, blow your 9
two mil’ in three months, sh+t blew my mind

[outro]
oh, two mil’ in three months, sh+t blew my mind, yeah, oh
two mil’ in three months, sh+t blew my mind, yeah, huh, l5, huh
if you see an opp, n+gga, blow your 9, come here

- l5 lyrics

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