pnb rock - omm lyrics
[hook: pnb roc]
on my mama, on my mama
b-tch i keep that sh-t a hundred
young rich n-ggas don’t eat mcdonalds
in that trap house with benny hanas
on my mama, on my mama
yelo b-tch, and she came from london
trap house boomin, trap house jumpin
when i die, bury me in designer
[verse 1: pnb roc]
that’s on my mama, on my mama
b-tch, i put that sh-t on my mama
that’s on my mama, on my mama, b-tch, i put that sh-t on my mama
that’s on my mama
yeah, put that sh-t on my mama
that’s on my mama, b-tch
that’s on my mama, on my mama
young rich n-gga, i’m chasing them kommas
we gonna smoke you, keep it a hundred
shoot you in the face, shoot you in your stomach
i ain’t no rapper, b-tch i’m trapper
i caught you lacking, you don’t want static
n-ggas be cappin (till you).. pew pew pew
punish that n-gga in trafic
oh that’s yo b-tch, well she mine now
put that b-tch in designer, that’s her right now
on my line now, she want me to come pipe her
louis v, yeah
wrist on freeze, yeah
b-tch on fleek, yeah
suck d-ck with no t–th, yeah
too turnt up for the party
turn up the sticks go hard, b-tch
i’m off the xan, i’m off the maly
got all my bands, all on her body
[hook: pnb roc]
on my mama, on my mama
b-tch i keep that sh-t a hundred
young rich n-ggas don’t eat mcdonalds
in that trap house with benny hanas
on my mama, on my mama
yelo b-tch, and she came from london
trap house boomin, trap house jumpin
when i die, bury me in designer
[verse 2: asian doll]
that’s on my mama, b-tch, ride with my 30s
look at your eye when i ame for you
when you talk, you get pots for a zip
red dot on you at the green light
yo n-gga broke, don’t eat right
bands in my pants, we eat right
i’m on the block, i’ve got the drum on top
that was when i made it hot
all you see is my pockets drop
smoking california reefer, he gonna swallow all that, he’s a eater
i’m a lion, you a cheata
b-tch, pop shotgun, bet it’s heater
that’s on my mama, on my mama, keep that sh-t one hundred
on my mama, remember stealing her jimmys to make a hundred
that’s on my mama, gotta make them kommas
that’s on my mama, -ss sit up, my hair ripunzle
[hook: pnb roc]
on my mama, on my mama
b-tch i keep that sh-t a hundred
young rich n-ggas don’t eat mcdonalds
in that trap house with benny hanas
on my mama, on my mama
yelo b-tch, and she came from london
trap house boomin, trap house jumpin
when i die, bury me in designer
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