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tristan grant - say gnite to your moms lyrics

[verse 1]
who’s gonna get it next
who’s gonna be the best
do you think you have a hit or do you rot and do you miss
i was missed by a few
bullets, kids
almost 35 at 16 in the rez
21 21 18 21
more in touch with a g cause it’s 5 minus 1
been sick in the head lately
i’ve gone baby crazy
like a lady in the d.m.v, see
i could stab you with the point in my hair
i’m a swordfish, gettin’ healthy eating oranges
door hinge of course is, easy just to pour diss
jawman’s always banging on the drum kit
not sour cause a lemon don’t work right
gears turn waking up past midnight
clockwork i go 364 –
1 day every year i try to save a hoe
e-39 these numbers don’t lie
zero in a week bump to 180 in the ride
i’m a towel on the rack that’s dry
losing inspiration cause my fears won’t lie
but like, i’m a goonie, i never say die
follow my path to mr. w-lly one eye
i hate having secrets
i like to keep em but really i’d rather beat them

[hook]
better put your moms to sleep (moms)
all the kids sneakin out the streets(moms)
(say gnite to your moms)
better put your moms to sleep
fool around, we get somethin to eat
we better m-ffle that song
better put your moms to sleep (moms)
all the kids sneakin out the streets(moms)
say gnite to your moms
we be droppin em bombs(moms)
we better m-ffle that song

[verse 2]
my mom a single parent
my bank account zero
my mom a single parent
i’m half super hero
tip me in the jar so i can buy a muscle car
burn it out in like a week and it crumbles in the yard
said
put your halloween feelings in my christmas cup
d-ck ain’t charity i dont give a f-ck
if your old and bold show me not what you’re told
stand against an army of american flows
i’m getting restless, young and full of soap
melodrama meals got me colder than snow
18 years old but my mind is wide
third trip in this sh-t with my open eyes
but
slow your roll these hoes all like a belly roll
wanna burn it off like diseases battle in the alamo
albino like, writing for my own cause
cost ain’t nothing but another promise for the banka
dead twisted short middle money maka’
minimal profit shaka’, not what you made huh?
dine with crime dont be acting a b-tch
when i move every mountin with the fl!ck of the wrist
yo it’s biz
yo mothaf-cka it’s biz
that’s all it is! it’s biz!!

[hook]
better put your moms to sleep (moms)
all the kids sneakin out the streets(moms)
say gnite to your moms (moms)
better put your moms to sleep
fool around, we get somethin to eat
we better m-ffle that song
better put your moms to sleep (moms)
all the kids sneakin out the streets(moms)
say gnite to your moms
we be droppin em bombs(moms)
we better m-ffle that song

[outro]
say gnite to your moms (moms)
say gnite to your moms (moms)
sh-t’ll wake up your moms (moms)
say gnite to your bombs

- tristan grant lyrics

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