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smokingskul – momma house lyrics

he gotta move back to his momma crib (he gotta move back)
these n+ggas fake flexing, that’s not how you live
he did not pop out when they did that trip
glock 43, n+gga, this sh+t on my hip (d+mn)
he see taco bell then that n+gga tip
he got no bread, need to p+wn that whip (p+wn that whip)
these n+ggas saying that i fell off (fell off), b+tch n+gga, you sip fake green (haaa)
that n+gga do fent’ he a f+cking fien (d+mn)
you is a fake n+gga, keep that sh+t a bean
you is a rat, n+gga (no cap), ain’t no in+between
i’m in the trackhawk, no limousine, aye
aye, i’m pressing, they left me on seen, d+mn
b+tch, that trap house finna get cleaned, d+mn
broke n+gga, ain’t got no funds
b+tch, i’m mr. take all yo’ guns (gimme that sh+t)
these n+ggas switched up (switched up), better stay over there
i just spilled the lean, aye, i don’t even care
that n+gga spilled the lean, he started pulling out his hair
he gone have to sleep on a bunk bed (bunk bed)
you still sip green, b+tch, go buy some red
you was outside his crib, and that n+gga scammed
you tell me n+gga sh+t, i ain’t even [?]
catch him on the train like raye penbar
i got two glocks, stockholm and denver (huh)
he say what i on, i say, “whatever”
b+tch, i’m with the rednecks, i feel like trevor, tahhh

- smokingskul lyrics

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