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letra de mommworld cypher (v2) - mommworld

[intro: d9lton, quinn, kurtains]
free d9lton, man, he didn’t do f-ck all!
f-ck these dumb yutes man, honestly! (eelara)
these boys movin’ mad, fam, init?
ayy, kurtains, do that lil’ ting you be doing init?
oh, you know me, init

[chorus: kurtains]
i got dippers (dippers)
fl!ckers, sinners, singers, dingers and ciggers
p-ssy (pr-ck), k4, p4, m4, s and d4
god’s land in a spliff, free bro, d9lton, he’s missed
god’s land in a spliff, next time don’t talk that sh-t

[verse 1: quinn]
mans talk real sad, peer him down there, ching him real bad (ching ’em, ching ’em)
when they speak to jon, but they want his soul in his f-cking flats (f-cking boring)
ask what i’m smoking on, i’m smoking heavy
all my men out there with the big ass swords out 7/11 (out 7/11)
had to go out country, don’t ask me ’bout the things i do (i ain’t do a thing)
if i come with the food, just know that it ain’t for you (this ain’t for you)
if he acting wet, i’ma check him like mic, “one, two, one, two” (one two, one two)
don’t come inside my business, ’cause mandem be chinging yutes
opp boys see me and they do the dash ’cause they know i’m after the cash (they dashin’, dashin’)
thirteen got chinged up, man thirteen, that’s f-ckin’ sad (f-cking cry)
slid down on the one, two, five, i ching him and his dad
come over here with your waps and i guarantee you you’re walking out sad
opp boys see me and they do the dash ’cause they can see me clutching the mash (i’m clutching the mash)
when your man walk with the borers i had my man walk in with the mac’s (pew, pew)
mommworld and we closing the borders, you ain’t getting in ’cause you going out sad (go f-ck yourself)
don’t come ’round here if you’re a tourist, mandem slap, they make you mad (they make you mad)
[verse 2: angelus]
(i’m ’bout to talk to ’em)
(pass me the f-ckin’ mic, fam)
i’m-i’m-i’m with p4rkr in london
big roadman, take me for ransom
i’m ’bout to bust a nut, no cum, cum
i ain’t stupid, i ain’t no dumb-dumb (dumb-dumb)
bad ting, bad call my phone, fam
came inside the coupe, h-ll no, fam
it was supposed to be a one-night stand
hit the jugg, now i feel like kankan

[verse 3: d0llywood1]
uh, they f-ck with mandem, they be snaking (boo, boo)
heaven there, he be peggin’
put ten quid on your head (free uzi)
so i work for the payment
percs and molly, they are for the belly (sheesh)
mandem neek, they is not failing
uh, talk that sh-t we get kweng
we not talk to the feds
uh, them man beef over female, them man call from retail
them man be too chatty, we move the packs off through the email
move that charlie, miley (?)
do chat to feds, we give ’em ching, we give ’em smiley (ayy, free man d9lton, yeah?)
[verse 4: wido]
we-we-we gon’ take your chain, yeah
clap man down, yeah, i know that he know that (know that he know that)
p-ssyhole talk on live
this is real sh-t, this is real combat (this is real combat)
ask your ting where i am, yeah
she knows ’cause i’m tapping on that (tapping on that)
yeah, she knows ’cause i’m driving honda
smoke that pack, ain’t talking bout luvback (luvback)
luvback a pedo, but shout out lovbug
don’t smoke reggie, man, just loft that (yeah)
your b-tch, she love me, know she love that
i-i-i do stu-utters, man, they love that
love the gang, you know we conquer (yeah)
ching your stummy, give you hunger (yeah)
come like that, you don’t want contact (yeah)
doa, he f-ckin’ bonkers (bonkers)

[verse 5: ericdoa]
pulled up to the man ends, think he want issues (think he mad)
’boutta make his mum cry, yeah, whole fam need tissues (hahaha)
whole black fit, you see me? (yeah)
keep a d-mn blade, no dg (ahh)
walk around, blood, no squeegee (?)
watch for the red, blue, no 3d
ayy, i’m gonna murder mans
ayy, shoutout young kurtains, man (okay)
live in sh-lls like a turtle, man
ayy, you in there just like urkle, man (okay)
ayy, he talk down on me, guarantee we gon’ check ’em (boutta go check)
i got spliff inside this backpack, boy, i’m smoking on beckam, yeah (woo, woo, woo)
[verse 6: ways]
blew my nose six times, we smoking 6snot (smoking 6snot)
we don’t play with mandem, don’t play kickoff (ah, ah, ah)
ayy, your mandem, he dead, we hit a l!ck off (l!ck off)
yeah, put a knife in his throat, yeah, he can’t breathe (chkk)
ayy, she said, “take off your clothes,” she in love with me (she love me)
tryna take down songs, they can’t f-ck with me (can’t f-ck with me)
she said, “come back, ways,” she want more of me

[interlude: kurtains]
take down my songs, take down your whole mans block

[verse 7: stef]
i’m the badman, badman, badman, bullets gon’ fly like batman
n-gga, you don’t want no beef, you don’t want smoke like a deadman
i’m a mof-ckin’ psychopath, go on [?] and your mandem
when you talk, talk all that lip, you disappear like a phantom
bruv think way too handsome, he can get held for the ransom
mandem by himself in the park, do him like assassins

[verse 8: midwxst]
sh-t jokes, sh-t jokes, init?
pull up with the mandem, choppa, that sh-t gon’ poke (brr, bah, bah, bah)
peng ting look real bad, b-tch is snorting up coke (wait, wait)
wasteman talk that sh-t, so we put him in a moat (rest in p-ss, ha)
ha, came to my ends, now we had to put his ass on the road
you a snitch, bruv, you an inner, your mum’s a b-tch, she a spinner
go to your house and i’ll eat some dinner, call up blood, yeah, we gonna end ya
move in the night, know that we gon’ lurk, 5-0 ’round, know we stay alert
man talk reckless, he gon’ get hurt, bruv best watch ’cause sh-t gon’ get worse (brra)

[bridge: swagtastic]
eelara
do not play with me like that, bruv
do not play with me, man (huh, yeah)

[verse 9: swagtastic]
heard that chit-chat, c-nt, we up to somethin’ (talk)
eat them up like chips, we f-ckin’ come here (that’s true)
ching that c-nt to death, there ain’t no running (nuh-uh)
crew up on your ass, we out in london (we are)
buck ’em down with a stick (really?), but i don’t know spells (i don’t)
this real rick owens (bars), you can feel on the belt (you can)
why you doing this sh-t man? send him to h-ll (okay)
put him in a spliff, man, that man don’t tell
(free d9lton, man, free d9lton, man)

[verse 10: kuru]
i don’t f-ck with backpack
run around k!lling my mandem
posted with kurtains and you know that we smokin’ crack pack
[?] what you gon’ send me, we don’t f-ck with these hoes, since you gotta pay your lil’ snapback
i ain’t aiming the glock at your asscrack
say you the sh-t, lil’ man, you can’t have that
you ain’t [?] these ducks, gotta quack, quack
posted with ways and we toting the mac, mac

[verse 11: zootzie]
smoking on —-, we gonna k!ll a lil’ pedo
he shooting his shot with these children, but it was a free throw
i’m with his lil’ psycho girlfriend, she giving me deepthroat
with the whole gang, like to eat up
sending these bullets, shout out to my po
walk in the bank laughing, key and peele
with that boy owen and ways, we’re the trio
mommworld

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