| Ay doe! |
| This that momma we made it
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| This that «I ain’t goin' back to them cages, them people racist»
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| They remind me of Satan, never gave 'em a statement
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| Outta sight and outta mind, bitch sent a happy belated
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| If you ain’t four fingaz, then how the fuck we related?
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| Niggas eavesdroppin', they double back and relay it
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| I can’t respect ya gangsta if all your jewelry is plated
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| I’m really 'bout this paper, know nothin' about a vacation
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| Gotta chase it, hawkin' this million, bitch, I can taste it
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| Stogie hella bulky, we pour up for elevation
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| Have patience, fuck all that waitin', where the bag at?
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| A half a ticket ain’t satisfyin', already bagged that
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| Them niggas’ll never fit inside these shoes
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| They ain’t marchin' how I march, they ain’t movin' how I move
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| Early on went to school, teacher asked was I abused?
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| Did I use? |
| Motherfuckin' goon, nigga, G.O.D
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| Them niggas’ll never fit inside these shoes
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| They ain’t marchin' how I march, they ain’t movin' how I move
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| Early on went to school, teacher asked was I abused?
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| Did I use? |
| Motherfuckin' goon, nigga, G.O.D
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| My hour glass, full of jet black sand
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| Ahead of my time, runnin' with the jet pack plan
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| Across the globe, hoes hopin' they can catch this man
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| Off Patrón, chain smokin' on the best Afghan
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| Before I leave I need a few ticks
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| Get my needle and thread, commence to sewin' up
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| You niggas' loose lips
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| Gotta keep their ears clear, use a bigger Q-tip
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| Snubnose like, you ain’t seen a nigga do shit
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| New bitch, head spinnin' in my brand new whip
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| Oh shit, now that wood in her mouth, that’s toothpick
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| Get the MAC off too quick, for you to do shit
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| Got bread, plus these bitches love to ride the broomstick
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| No short stoppin', the flow so poppin'
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| Like a new debit card with a platinum and gold option
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| That’s why I’m doin' my do, get what I get
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| Open my pot, then put some more sauce in my stew
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| Rock!
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| Them niggas’ll never fit inside these shoes
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| They ain’t marchin' how I march, they ain’t movin' how I move
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| Early on went to school, teacher asked was I abused?
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| Did I use? |
| Motherfuckin' goon, nigga, G.O.D
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| Them niggas’ll never fit inside these shoes
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| They ain’t marchin' how I march, they ain’t movin' how I move
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| Early on went to school, teacher asked was I abused?
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| Did I use? |
| Motherfuckin' goon, nigga, G.O.D
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| Military, Artillery
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| Nigga I just left the cemetery, another shooter obituary
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| Scared man is a dead man, I ain’t scary
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| Red mobbin' top, head shotta, who you buried?
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| You never carried wounded soldiers off the battlefield
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| A killer like the mornin' after pill, it get active here
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| The red bottom sneaker box house a rapper deal
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| that’s a package deal
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| TSA pat us down, blood, them crackers ill
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| Due to current circumstances, nigga had to drill
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| Crumbled on that ten piece, that niggas had to squeal
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| When I was broke, a nigga gangsta is all I had for real
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| Them niggas’ll never fit inside these shoes
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| They ain’t marchin' how I march, they ain’t movin' how I move
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| Early on went to school, teacher asked was I abused?
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| Did I use? |
| Motherfuckin' goon, nigga, G.O.D
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| Them niggas’ll never fit inside these shoes
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| They ain’t marchin' how I march, they ain’t movin' how I move
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| Early on went to school, teacher asked was I abused?
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| Did I use? |
| Motherfuckin' goon, nigga, G.O.D |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Momma We Made It , by - Mozzy. Song from the album 1 Up Top Ahk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп