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letra de mama i told u - vonoff1700

[intro]
(double0)
i was gon’ get us, mama, i told you
yeah, free my—, alright, ain’t want it to be like this
alright, uh

[chorus]
mama, i told you i was gon’ get us rich (you know that, for real)
two-tone glock, this b-tch match my ‘fit (come on, you know that)
they tellin’ me stay out the hood and focus on rap, but i’m tryna go on a hit (i’m spinnin’)
for everybody sh-tted on me when i was f-cked up, that’s somethin’ i’m not gon’ forget (i won’t, i’m not)
i’m young and dumb, i’m finna go f-ck off a hundred just on me and brick (me and my brother)
mama, i told you, i’ll do two hundred years before i go out like a b-tch (you know that)
they all in my face when sh-t right, soon as sh-t go left, them be the first ones to switch (they fake ass)
n-gga, i’m too d-mn rich to be ballin’ my fists, you can catch you a shot out this gl!ck (bah, dumbass)
let a n-gga play with my namе, pull up where he hang and bail out thе v with a stick (come here, come here)

[verse]
she treated me like i wasn’t sh-t, now i’m turnt up, i know that lil’ b-tch sick (her dumb ass)
on a jail call talkin’ to three, b-tch, free my brother, n-gga, i’m out here lit (free my brother)
bounced out on him, his dumb ass ain’t get far, we chase sh-t down like pits (come here)
i’m up in new york uppin’ a hundred of blues, you think that i played for the knicks (n-gga, i’m turnt)
i’m finna go buy me a watch, a carti’ or rollie, i don’t know which one to pick (the f-ck?)
went on a hit with a drac’ and my dumb ass missed ’cause that b-tch got too much kick (for real, d-mn)
the nine’s too little, the ten too godd-mn big, so i’m finna get me a nick’ (for real)
his dumb ass died on his birthday, i know he in heaven right now so godd-mn p-ssed (his dumb ass)
[chorus]
mama, i told you i was gon’ get us rich (you know that, for real)
two-tone glock, this b-tch match my ‘fit (come on, you know that)
they tellin’ me stay out the hood and focus on rap, but i’m tryna go on a hit (i’m spinnin’)
for everybody sh-tted on me when i was f-cked up, that’s somethin’ i’m not gon’ forget (i won’t, i’m not)
i’m young and dumb, i’m finna go f-ck off a hundred just on me and brick (me and my brother)
mama, i told you, i’ll do two hundred years before i go out like a b-tch (you know that)
they all in my face when sh-t right, soon as sh-t go left, them be the first ones to switch (they fake ass)
n-gga, i’m too d-mn rich to be ballin’ my fists, you can catch you a shot out this gl!ck (bah, dumbass)
let a n-gga play with my name, pull up where he hang and bail out the v with a stick (come here, come here)

- vonoff1700

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