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letra de momma - crazy koopa

[chorus]
momma told me, f-ck these b-tches it’s plenty
momma told me boy, get off yo ass
go get it
momma told me, watch that boy, he ain’t your homie
i love smokin weed, pourin and movin slow
momma told me, f-ck these b-tches it’s plenty
momma told me boy, get off yo ass
go get it
momma told me, watch that boy, he ain’t your homie
i love smokin weed, pourin and movin slow

[verse1]
i just want to know, why they hatin on the low
i’ma pop a xan, put a tag on his toe
my homie pull up, straps they like joe
my homie cuttin checks and they still now
these hoes, we ain’t savin, we just now
i’m a sack chaser, catch me racin to that car
finessе that sh-t quick you know we had to some
bad b-tch from the milan she say i’m fly
this glock and these racks why i sag
you play, you get popped like a tag
my n-ggas, they ridin like cavs
way too much sauce, like a fab
hop in the foreign, i’m smashin
in the foreign, she let me smash it
and i’m ballin with no basket
my n-ggas robbin like baskin

[verse2]
you know i love it when you talk dirty
messy, you my lean soda shorty
you like lil me, you wanna f-cked wit me
you the type to k!ll me, you won’t touch me
you want me drop a band on some shoes
you want me be the man you can vent to
you let me beat it up, you let me practice
now i’m finna lay you on the mattress

- crazy koopa

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