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letra de moma said - 50 wiz

[intro]
(w-nksta made this beat)
i got on my top, b-tch, i’m out my mind
get up out my top, b-tch, i’m out my mind
i get up out my feelings, up out my top, yeah, i’m out my mind (yeah, uh, uh, yeah)

[verse 1]
b-tch, i lost my brother, uh
almost cried, both he said, “son, it’s okay, you know thugs cry”
mom, i know she ain’t raised me like this, but they gotta die
b-tch, i’m gettin’ active with that glizzy, it ain’t nothin’ shy
he ain’t never went and touched nothin’, why the f-ck he lyin’?
ayy, with my brothers, he so d-mn dangerous, but that n-gga quiet
faceshot, now he in a box just like al kapone
free my n-gga tone, they got him locked behind that barbed wire
wanna play with wiz, n-gga? yeah, that’s a dumb decision
f-ck me, creep inside his crib like santa, uh, but it ain’t christmas
all these b-tches keep on tryna f-ck me, this sh-t gettin’ ridiculous
hold on, baby, i’m not one of them, that’s suspicious
uh, somebody play around my money, then i get in my feelings
and why the f-ck would you play with that six? she know we wrap n-ggas (yeah)
i don’t feel it right now, f-ck the whole city
mama said, “you need to chill, son, you know i’m a christian”
i can’t wait to catch every n-gga that diss on my brother
i don’t play ’round with no scissors, but i’m gon’ bring them cutters
n-gga, just like playing tag, you it, we’d come and touch you
ayy, i’d send an end and set you up but she won’t even f-ck you
looked right at my brother like
i don’t trust sh-t but how i’m feelin’ right now
against the world, n-gga, i can trust you
shiesty-ass n-gga, b-tch, i got that from my cousin
it’s the genie probably tweakin’, face a n-gga out in public (graah, graah)
coach, put me in that game, wilt chamberlain, i’m gon’ drop a hundred
they caught the f-ck we like ten shots, he couldn’t die for nothin’
i don’t blaat, .308s, b-tch, they hit like tim duncan
ayy, f-ck around and put ’em in the bag like the easter bunny (never tell)
i told my brother it’s o murder (o murder)
he say he gon’ keep it solid just like roddy and bobby shmurda (ayy)
four deep in the whip, we all got masks on like we purgin’
yeah, b-tch, this wock’ inside this cup, this ain’t bright & early
uh, this a glizzy, hold it tight, it shoot nice and st-rdy
uh, they outside, time to play, b-tch, we gettin’ dirty
you could play duck, duck, goose, but you can’t duck a 30
ayy, you could try to step inside that kitchen, but we burnin’ sh-t

- 50 wiz

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