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letra de ​mama told me - surge

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[chorus]
mama told me (d-mn), told me, told me
watch yo’ back ’cause these people be snakes
date a girl and i’m stuck in my way
run up on like it’s paper, monsieur
i be sad, i pretend like i’m great
for these bands i’ma make this sh-t work (sh-t work)
for my fam’ i’ma make that sh-t shake (yeah)
i just wanna know what’s up with your mind, what’s up with your body, i’m just tryna flirt
i been on the road and i’m sippin’ that red, not sippin’ no wine, i’m gettin’ [?]
can’t cry ’bout a b-tch no more, she leave, my n-gga, i’m laughin’
slimey like a booger, man, shoutout to bugs, i tell ’em “free bag, kid” (ah)
know i got them thighs on, my brothers bleed and my n-ggas crackin’
heart up in my sleeve, that b-tch, shе gon’ leave, ain’t sayin’ what happenеd

[verse]
ain’t gon’ act up fool this time
i’ma keep my course fine
’cause i know just who i am
she don’t know, d-mn, who am i
check the clock, she chewin’ time
leave my doors on suicide
if she ever need a hand
better go and hit my line (yeah)
let me know what’s up, baby, in the club, baby
need a hug, baby, i don’t look crazy
prada boots on, her not a ugly lady
i’ma sip strong, get this cup faded (yeah)
in the room, yeah, her thong’ll pull off in a jiffy
kasa i’m sippin’, wan’ smokin’ my spliffy
yeah, i get drunk and my texts, they get risky
do the ho ’round, the ho friend tryna diss me (yeah)
in 2k, i’ma shoot with no fifty
if i [?], d-mn, icky wicky
want a freak ho get up and you l!ck me
she wan’ live on my body like hickey
[chorus]
mama told me (d-mn), told me, told me
watch yo’ back ’cause these people be snakes
date a girl and i’m stuck in my way
run up on like it’s paper, monsieur
i be sad, i pretend like i’m great
for these bands i’ma make this sh-t work (sh-t work)
for my fam’ i’ma make that sh-t shake (yeah)
i just wanna know what’s up with your mind, what’s up with your body, i’m just tryna flirt
i been on the road and i’m sippin’ that red, not sippin’ no wine, i’m gettin’ [?]
can’t cry ’bout a b-tch no more, she leave, my n-gga, i’m laughin’
slimey like a booger, man, shoutout to bugs, i tell ’em “free bag, kid” (ah)
know i got them thighs on, my brothers bleed and my n-ggas crackin’
heart up in my sleeve, that b-tch, she gon’ leave, ain’t sayin’ what happened

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