letra de mamas cry - gmebe lil chief dinero
[intro]
(dodo, what’s the word?)
[verse 1: gmebe lil chief dinero]
every time we slide around they block it be dry as f-ck
i ain’t never had no luck, so i always had to keep my gun
ask the opps, i never run, i do this sh-t fun
jumped up off the porch and ever since it ain’t no one on one
touch one of my brothers, so you did somethin’, then we come as one
’least five us, six glocks, two hundred shots, switches on every gun
ain’t no way we marchin’, we like nick cannon with every drum
we never care ’bout where you from, you f-cked with, then y’all die as one
[chorus: gmebe lil chief dinero, just3p]
we the real reason why a lot n-ggas don’t come outside
yeah, we purge the city every time one of my brothers die
deep up in these streets, it’s sad to say, but i ain’t got no pride
my heart is cold, i love smokin’ my opps and makin’ they mama cry
we the real reason why a lot n-ggas don’t come outside (it’s 3p, b-tch)
yeah, we purge the city every time one of my brothers die (yeah, yeah)
deep up in these streets, it’s sad to say, but i ain’t got no pride (woo)
my heart is cold, i love smokin’ my opps and makin’ they mama cry
[verse 2: just3p]
i let it talk, but n-ggas ain’t doin’ the walkin’
we lurkin’ for real, lil’ n-gga, we really be stalkin’
we commit murders, lil’ n-gga, we do this sh-t often
[?] on n-ggas like boston, free lil boston and free dc austin
we really with it, i know he dead, but don’t know who did it
i know them n-ggas been plottin’ to get me
i stay with my bl!cky and i shoot it quickly
know i want blood for motherf-ckin’ [?]
i’m lettin’ you know comin’ for me is risky
glock with a switchy, it carry a fifty
man, it’s a whole lot of that sh-t in my city for real
[chorus: gmebe lil chief dinero]
we the real reason why a lot n-ggas don’t come outside
yeah, we purge the city every time one of my brothers die
deep up in these streets, it’s sad to say, but i ain’t got no pride
my heart is cold, i love smokin’ my opps and makin’ they mama cry
we the real reason why a lot n-ggas don’t come outside
yeah, we purge the city every time one of my brothers die
deep up in these streets, it’s sad to say, but i ain’t got no pride
my heart is cold, i love smokin’ my opps and makin’ they mama cry
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