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letra de mother of my kids - tyfontaine

[intro: tyfontaine & summrs]
ooh, i’m flying off of this rp
ooh, i’m dying, no you can’t catch me
(you slayed this one)
woah, yeah
ooh, i’m dying

[chorus: summrs]
i just ran through twenty racks and i spent it all on tris
if a n-gga shoot, we can shoot back, i don’t give a f-ck who you is
that cutter’ll knock off your neck, that’s how real this sh-t can get
all the b-tch wanna do is have s-x, be the mother of my kids

[verse 1: summrs]
she already trying to link, i just touched down in la (la)
mix the blues with codeine, that’s like everyday (everyday)
she left the doors open a weird b-tch ’cause we in a wraith (woah)
if we link up once, the b-tch gon’ f-ck the whole slay (yeah)
how you gon’ bring up my name, you ain’t sitting on a hundred thousand? (the f-ck?)
n-gga we is not the same, i got the ho flying private (private)
let a n-gga juug your n-gga and you ain’t do sh-t about it (’bout it)
ten toes to the ground, all my n-ggas know i’m solid (solid)
run up a fifty piece and then spend it in louis v (shh)
she fell in love with codeine, that b-tch act just like me
they like, “rino how much you dropped on all of your jewelry?” (jewelry)
i might overdose in that wraith, i’m off of that oxy’
[chorus: tyfontaine, summrs, & both]
i just ran through twenty racks and i spent it all on tris
if a n-gga shoot, we can shoot back, i don’t give a f-ck who you is
that cutter’ll knock off your neck, that’s how real this sh-t can get
all the b-tch wanna do is have s-x, be the mother of my kids

[verse 2: tyfontaine]
on go, she think i’m cute, she wanna have s-x like sosa
on go, put my wrist on the table, i’ma need me a coaster
on go, cop me a tesla, i’m going faster in a roadster
i put the b-tch in the ‘ghini, eating some of the fettuccini, bussin’ over
i don’t confide in my vibes, treat ’em the way i would want to be treated, i lie to the b-tch
every time i get her off, she stay in my notis, i’ma just pass to the clique (cl!ck cl!ck)
she just wanted a rich n-gga to buy her [?] on the daily
she just wanted a relief n-gga [?] girly
twenty racks in a vase if her p-ssy is swirly (uh)
twenty racks to her face, [?] to a birdie (brr)

[bridge: tyfontaine]
ooh, i’m flying off of this rp
ooh, i’m dying, no you can’t catch me

[chorus: tyfontaine & summrs]
i just ran through twenty racks and i spent it all on tris
if a n-gga shoot, we can shoot back, i don’t give a f-ck who you is
that cutter’ll knock off your neck, that’s how real this sh-t can get
all the b-tch wanna do is have s-x, be the mother of my kids

- tyfontaine

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