Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mother, artist - Andre Nickatina. Date of issue: 10.08.2009
Song language: English
Mother |
| Mother of god |
| If you know me |
| You know I never liked the job |
| Hustle like rock, split keys from a pot |
| Outstanding demanding. |
| Nigga deaths' a reality |
| Brainwashed brainwaves and money mentality |
| ? |
| Prido? |
| python in a marathon of motherfuckin demos |
| Fuck white limos I’m dippin' buckets and rentals |
| Accidental I? |
| Scall just one inch paper scam? |
| If I don’t explain to me why I’m in your program |
| Swingin like a golfer or better yet a batter |
| Mad like a hatter, react like a badger |
| My first step over crossover remains just the same |
| So my formula on lockdown is motherfuckin game out frame |
| Da picture perfect bulldog glance, weird like a ming |
| FUCK PORKY PIG, remain like a tattoo on you and your crew |
| The things that I do, if mother only knew |
| Shit, Mother |
| Raised on chicken and watermelon |
| Catfish and snappers |
| Godfearing nigga under pressured gat clappers |
| Sportin' timbos smokin endo |
| Hanging out of my mazda rx-7 window, Fuck you! |
| Shit… |
| Heart poundin, don’t nobody give a fuck about you bitch |
| Some mornings I sit eatin' bacon eggs and grits |
| Like a bee without honey, a tycoon without money |
| A rainy day that ain’t sunny. |
| A Joke that ain’t funny! |
| Cocain deals. |
| They shoot to kill, real motherfuckers… |
| Crack raider cluckers tommy tucker cluckers |
| Chewy smoker conisourres who wear beanies in da heat |
| I’ll mannerd motherfuckers with da buck in da beat |
| Lips numb, ready to shoot a dick full of cum |
| Sticky but yet picky, chewin spearmint gum. |
| Shit, mother |
| Stingy as a motherfucker don’t ask me for shit |
| And even when I’m broke bitch my mindstate is rich |
| Because no doubt, no doubt I’m gonna have gear |
| Spin the same lane in a differnt motherfucking viggeree? |