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letra de mommy’s seed - rome streetz

[verse 1]
ayo it’s flattery
i see these guys tryna bite my maneuvers
but they ain’t fly it’s the reason why only i do this
rhyme ruthless, ny smooth blueprint
where my boot be, f-ck you and your two cents
we cruisin’ out the attitudes you miniscule fools couldn’t view
in the brooklyn zoo, sellin’ asset on the sugar cube
got the [?], i made a move and my [?] grew
now around the world they screamin’ “rome no one as good as you”
who woulda knew i’d go from low pro’ rockin’ jail clothes, robberies and os
and now i rip the stage shows for dough
i shine even blind’ll see the glow
kick the f-ckin’ door off the hinges, they tried to keep it closed
i rap like the grim reaper, hood’ll come and thieve your soul
my speech is gold, keep these artists underneath my sneaker sole
all i really need is fire trees to roll, the corazón degrees is cold
you know the steelo ho, we complete the [?]

[chorus x2]
don’t complicate sh-t
seen five figures off sh-t i made in the bas-m-nt
that’s light though
mommy not poppy seed, but i [?]
power like ghost, i k!ll sh-t leave it with no post
[verse 2]
the game dirty, foul and filthy still i’m the god in this grimy sport
spit the sh-t i lived and saw
lessons all the [?] taught
mom said be calm, ease your soul [?] 94
i’ve been the don, i’ve seen your favorite rapper take a tiny snort
that’s here nor there though, they’re weirdos, i rock red clothes
my style’s 99.9% in career mode
bars through the roof too
on point, still i got a loose screw
your bishop was allied, he said you got the juice dude
true that, true that, it’s murder he wrote any new rap
still in pursuit of the blue loot but that ain’t nothing new scr-p
beat you blue-black for two stacks, kiss the bootstraps
and the rings too, i demonstrate how a king move
my mind shine like bling bling jewels
frontin’ like you live, you less than a worker son
you report to the [?]
meet new rappers everytime i tell wavy “bring food”
like who the f-ck is this fool?

[outro: skit]
yo what’s good rome streetz, my n-gga nice to meet you, godd-mn!
yo what’s good my n-gga
yo wavy you ain’t bring the f-ckin’ del frisco’s my n-gga?
they on the way, they on the way, you know what i mean?
the f-ck!

- rome streetz

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