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styles p - murda mommy lyrics

[intro]
rafael and rj too,good lookin cuz
i got a little story to kick on this one
ghost style

[verse 1]
so authentic
sitting in a bullsh-t apartment that is rented and my soul’s tormented
a big pile of c0ke,a grimy -ss b-tch i dont trust for a minute because her nose all in it
the sh-t’s still for sell though, my man went to jail though
left fifty birds,10 guns,weed and a scale yo
she hit me on my jack right
i was in the lab blowin’ ackright
in the booth tryna get my stacks right
she said come through, because dinner lookin’ mad nice
she went to shop-rite and got the chicken for the half price
im like this b-tch dont cook, and me and her dont eat
so i know she sweet
yeah her man went to jail i know he up sh-ts creak
she got keys in the crib i’ll get them off this week
so i hopped in the truck yo, blowin on the dutch yo
i know i shouldn’t do it but i dont give a f-ck though

[hook]x2
if you f-ck with a murda mommy
you gon’ f-ck around and have to murder mommy
i’ll do her greasy like i never heard of mommy
? big poppa can deal with a murder mommy

[verse 2]
she said they 12.5
i got 125 on me,i can buy 10 break em’ down let em’ dive on me
250 can get me twenty though
sh-t ain’t lookin funny though, a n-gga need money though
half a million can get me forty
me and my little shorty can kick it like barry gordy
soon as i thought it,heard a knock at the door
pause,heard a lap c-ck at the door
that sounds like a colt .45
government issued,im thinking that i dont wanna die
my sh-t was on my side,pulled it out hit her in the eye
gun buck,the dumb sl-t wanna die(b-tch)
door flew in,so did the m-ss dudes
cash rules,f-ck that we all gon’ blast tools
they hit,she hit,im good some g sh-t
left with the cash in the coat thats p sh-t

[hook]

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