Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Momma, artist - letherette. Album song Last Night On The Planet, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 24.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ninja Tune
Song language: English
Momma |
I just wanna be the best rapper here |
Momma |
Climb that pedestal, who the coolest here? |
Momma |
Walking Jordan Nike Air pump kick |
Momma |
Freedom for them black kids dying here |
Momma |
Please, will you save me from them record labels? |
Momma |
Water in my chalice, Holy Trinity |
Momma |
I just wanna die a pretty bitch and love |
Momma |
All my lil' homies getting locked up |
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Why the fuck’s the system made to stop us here? |
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Comparisons to Biggie, fuck your ignorance |
Momma |
Chemical atomic bombs dropping quick |
Africa was never so black and now my dick is big |
Doggystyle and blow, rhythm in my fucking bones |
Daddies that were never here, granny raised the strongest one |
If you look to God, then why the fuck you niggas lying for? |
Hopping in that living room, you’re lazy and you fucking suck, uh |
I just won a Grammy for the second time |
Momma |
If I die tonight, just know my sins were free |
Momma |
All my money gone, I’m not a sober soul |
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Showing off her tits up on that Instagram |
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Remember when I lied about that shooting here |
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But now I’m shooting back and seeing star moons |
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All I gotta do is press record here |
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Shows flippin' hoes, oh, what a lovely day |
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I just might and go and sniff a line here |
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Depression got the best of me, I’m falling in |
Momma |
It’s time to be the man so when my screams cry |
Momma |
One legged vets from Vietnam, silencer, I grip my hand |
And aim that beam as heaven’s gates opened up, I know my plan |
Don’t ever talk about my momma |
Skinny Leg’s my nickname, kill you and my papa |
Black pancakes on this rainy day |
Momma |
Leader of the new school, my flow’s real |
Momma |
Only try to test it in this new veil |
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All my favourite rappers died right here |
Momma |
Lucifer is coming, hold your fucking tongue |
Momma |
Never will I kiss the ground and look away |
Momma |
Beautiful, my allegations honest, yeah |
Momma |
Murder was my reputation, don’t fear |
Momma |