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letra de mama chola - aja & shilow

[chorus: aja]
yes, i rock and roll-a
pop just like a coca cola
and i’m sweet like mama chola
crossin’ me, i f-ck your soul up
high as f-ck and that’s my motor
got this doll as my controller
cow tongue on top of boca
this my craft and yes, i hone it, uh

now watch closely this time

[verse 1: shilow]
i know you talkin’ sh-t and didn’t think that i would hear it
b-tch, i know everything and worse comin’ straight from the mirror
you think it’s voodoo, haters you just smell like doo-doo
please explain to me what your crew do
every time we come, we move straight to you, uh
this ain’t mentality, we talkin’ physicality
your whole persona’s fallacies and you just lookin’ phallic-y
you can’t sit with us, you mad, that’s causality
hatin’ on something doesn’t make a personality

[verse 2: aja]
don’t f-ck with my energy (nah, n-gg-)
that don’t make you the enemy (i pull the trigger)
but you dress like a friend of me (fake -ss)
that’s what my third eye said to me
i make you squiggle like a centipede
and see sh-t that you can’t believe
under my spell, there’s no remedy
can it be true?
all you fake witches ain’t see sh-t
take my culture and you leech it
which means that you’ll never be sh-t
put the bar so high, you can’t reach it, uh

[verse 3: shilow & aja]
talkin’ straight to [?]
why they bangin’ on them bongos?
claim to be about that life
my spirit guide said it’s all just talk, though
one thing i learned
more money sweeter than cereal
my energy’s imperial
and yours stays remedial
y-y-you can get rocked like that pokémon game, brah
i’m the n-gg- that’ll pistol-whip you with the same glock
that fires shots at me, you b-tches are so weak
even blindfolded, i would knock you to your knees, uh

[verse 4: amira w-ng]
i’m that b-tch, thought i told you once
make ’em sad twice
i be that b-tch, eat that tw-t with ice
that’s that sh-t i like
p-ssy pie, make ’em buy a slice
they gon’ pay that price
for the night or it’s by the verse
[?] he-rs-
now, what’s next? i can’t help but flex
b-tch, you know i’m the best
make ’em sweat, then he run that check
ho, come off that neck
mama chola, [?]
count that cash with rulers
school tea, they callin’ me they tutor
[?] ignore the losers
f-ck you thought?

[chorus: aja]
this my craft and yes, i hone it, uh
cow tongue on top of boca
got this doll as my controller
high as f-ck and that’s my motor
crossin’ me, i f-ck your soul up
and i’m sweet like mama chola
pop just like a coca cola
yes, i rock and roll-a, uh

[outro: aja]
rock and roll-a
coca cola
mama chola
i f-ck your soul up
that’s my motor
my controller
on top of boca
yes, i hone it, uh

- aja shilow

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