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lolife blacc - bitch mama house lyrics

[intro]
(aye tana, fye that sh+t up)

[verse]
i just had a dream the feds hit the spot, still made a sale
phone ringing, ain’t no friend, just my clientele
i done heard you cool with being a rat, i rather die than tell
slide in benz, f&n’s, ride with 30 sh+lls
cut that sh+t down, what you claiming boy, cap
diamonds in my mouth ’cause of the scale, not the rap
but i know how to send a f+cking bomb ‘cross the map
ain’t dropped in a year but i went gold in the trap
leave them bags, 8 for 10, slide down the 101
meet my floor, but transaction, we meet one on one
crack your eyе early, cut a box, come at crack of dawn
spend a fifty, gеt it in a jiffy, watch it beat the sun
this right here the sprinkle, got some’ cheaper, but this better weed
give yo’ ass a thousand in a pound if you found a seed
200 a line for some tris’, move like a millipede
20k profit, made this month, sellin’ pints of green
on the rap, you wrote a statement, n+gga a author
run my bag up, these hoes annoying like miss parker
want a pound of sprinkle? money short, gave you some sparkle
i’m scrooge mcduck with loads, i dive in with my snorkel
got what you signed for and mo’, just some cartier glasses
chain gang, call me lolife pat mahomes, the bags you know i pass
catch that box from tyreek hill to super bowl, you know i’m dancin’
free the opps, i don’t have no opps, n+gga know i’m blastin’
they like “lolife, you so icy, you might got a deal”
b+tch, i’m signed to the scale, what you need? i can work the mail
when i was broke, i was a joke, i ran it up, now i’m a big deal
grandma knew i was a slida, since she bought that big wheel
goin’ through yo’ b+tch phone, see i text, hope it break your heart
f+ck her on the back, i carom her, choke her like she bart
when she squirt, sh+t, i ride her wave, lolife noah’s ark
bust, then i gotta split like moses, broke the seal off
i got wock, i got tris’, i got green, i got red part
saw my player, cases green then the same day, wrecked his d+mn car
same day that the box drop, the bags fast like nascar
three clean 20, now she naked, she a p+rn star
soon as i sellout, catch a flight, then i’m in and out
they checked the apple tag, i mean trackin’, i know the d+mn route
relationship with florish, sh+t, so we like what’s the drought?
ran out of addys, sent that sh+t to my b+tch mama house
[outro]
(aye tana, fye that sh+t up)
it’s lolife
motherf+ckin’ blacc
still signed to the scale, n+gga

- lolife blacc lyrics

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