Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murda Mommy, artist - Styles P. Album song The World's Most Hardest MC Project, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Entertainment One
Song language: English
Murda Mommy |
Rafael and RJ too, good lookin cuz |
I got a little story to kick on this one |
Ghost style |
So Authentic |
Sitting in a bullshit apartment that is rented and my soul’s tormented |
A big pile of coke, a grimy ass bitch |
I don’t trust for a minute cuz her nose all in it |
The shit’s still for sell though, my man went to jail though |
Left fifty birds, 10 guns, weed and a scale yo |
She hit me on my jack right |
I was in the lab blowin' Ackright |
In the booth tryna get my stacks right |
She said come through, cuz dinner lookin' mad nice |
She went to Shop-Rite and got the chicken for the half price |
I’m like this bitch don’t cook, and me and her don’t eat |
So I know she sweet |
Yeah her man went to jail I know he up shits creak |
She got keys in the crib I’ll get them off this week |
So I hopped in the truck yo, blowin on the dutch yo |
I know I shouldn’t do it but I dont give a fuck though |
If you fuck with a murda mommy |
You gon' fuck around and have to murder mommy |
I’ll do her greasy like I never heard of mommy |
Glade big poppa you deal with a murder mommy |
She said they 12.5 |
I got 125 on me, I could buy 10 break em' down let em' dive on me |
250 can get me twenty though |
Shit ain’t lookin funny though, nigga need money though |
Half a million can get me forty |
Me and my little shorty can kick it like Barry Gordy |
Soon as I thought I heard a knock at the door |
Pause, heard a lap cock at the door |
That sounds like a Colt .45 |
Government issued, I’m thinking that I don’t wanna die |
My shit was on my side, pulled it out hit her in the eye |
Gun buck, the dumb slut wanna die (bitch) |
Door flew in, so did the mass dudes |
Cash rules, fuck that we all gon' blast tools |
They hit, she hit, I’m good some g shit |
Left with the cash in the coat that’s P shit |
If you fuck with a murda mommy |
You gon' fuck around and have to murder mommy |
I’ll do her greasy like I never heard of mommy |
Glade big poppa you deal with a murder mommy |