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letra de on my momma - recky

[intro]
cage got that cold

[verse]
them n-ggas do it for the crowd
they ain’t got a pot to p-ss in, they ain’t got they own style
i ran that sh-t up in that bnb, i made my cuzzy proud
30k in 30 days, i had the trap going wild
if i buy that b-tch a wig, i got the right to pull it out
and if i skid this coupe up to your crib, you better use your mouth
don’t use no t–th, i like it sloppy, b-tch
i buy that bag, you hold that glocky, b-tch
she say i ain’t got no heart, i do but you ain’t got the key
i coulda been a clb but i’d just rather run the streets
my n-ggas in the trenches tryna scr-pe in all the cheese
i got a trap for all the rats and i got honey for the bees
my youngen on the block got the bait now he going fishing
cake up on my plate, help me flip it then i’m gonna split it
i’m on a different mission, i’ma еxecute with max precision
still might buy that b-tch somе f-cking christian, call it true religion
she been sinning, she a freak freak
take a trip down to the beach, flood her in cc
i miss my n-gga in the system, i’m screaming 3v
get on my prison break sh-t and break out bg
hating n-ggas make me sick
you can’t go and get a check, you better go and get a brick
i know hoes with way more hustle than you, n-gga, you a b-tch
don’t let me hear my name in your dirty mouth, i’ll go and get you wigged
don’t let me ask about and hear no sh-t, you’ll end up in a ditch
yeah, yeah
don’t make me switch, i’m tryna keep this sh-t in check
i’m tryna get rich, not tryna end up in no chizz
don’t touch my sh-t, i’ll flip that whip for a brick
i ain’t tryna hear no sad story
where we from, i swear this sh-t get gory
where we from, them n-ggas serve you on a plate
where we from, you make it out, you a great
that’s on my momma, b-tch
that’s on my momma, b-tch

- recky

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