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sowdy – on my mama imma problem lyrics

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(verse 1)
pass the rock, im gon’ flip on a b+tch
k dish, i swish, so swift on a b+tch
go it, on computers like geeks
move our keys, these units unique
i can see the cadence they copy, its all jealousy
i’m in the bas+m+nt, these baseheads not scaring me
i be on my clean sheet, pimpin’ in my white tee
put my tick on your pine box, i’m kicking, nike
hey, imma say i said so
simon says i get dough, i be like let’s go
on it from the get go, do it for the ghetto
weight be on the pedal
on my mama i’m a problem
i was into it from early ages, i was in the counselling
we was thinking what’s the issue, wishing i could grip a pistol
knock a couple heads up off they shoulders, they would never miss you
on my papa i’m a beast, i get the f+cking on your niece
i got these coping mechanisms, it be copious on me
my baby say she want me more, i get it in and out the door
what can i say i like it raw, procrastinating like a chore
(chorus)
ay, ay, ay, ay, on my mama imma problem (god d+mn)
ay, ay, ay, ay, on my mama imma problem (big problem)
ay, ay, ay, ay, on my mama imma problem (god, god)
ay, ay, ay, ay, on my mama imma problem (yeah, yeah, yeah)

(verse 2)
hey, i suggest you keep them tight lips
came in here with a bag full of goods and a black hood on some knight sh+t
running sh+t, you can’t let go, like fiending for a pipe hit
and i been a problem, with them chopsticks
i let it rip, like smokers with a new pack
have you seen my clique, yeah, we the new pack
wolf pack, they tried steal this way back
dawg, sh+t, i been about it, real, that’s no cap
oh he, is so predictable
he gon’ break her heart, he gon’ break them rules
he gon’ talk that sh+t, he gon’ act a fool
he be in the 6, he ain’t never move
hey, always been a problem
since nappies, was popping collars, im pimpin’ in all my colours
my boy got a problem, he calling the rottweilers
i’m the hitman, you beefing over some dollars?
sh+t, man, we don’t have to squabble
wrist band, that ain’t really popping
stiffening, rigor mortis will follow
keep my heart hollow, when i let them hollows go (blam)
(chorus)
ay, ay, ay, ay, on my mama imma problem (god d+mn)
ay, ay, ay, ay, on my mama imma problem (big problem)
ay, ay, ay, ay, on my mama imma problem (god, god)
ay, ay, ay, ay, on my mama imma problem (yeah, yeah, yeah)



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