
时间:2022-04-08
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MAMA'S BOY (Explicit) - Vince Staples
Lyrics by:Cooper McGill/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Vincent Staples
Composed by:Cooper McGill/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Vincent Staples
Yeah yeah on my mama
Yeah this one goes out to all the baby mama's mama's mamas
On my mama
Yeah
On my mama's mama
Uh huh
On my mama
Yeah
Baby mama's mama on my mama mama
On my
On my mama
Boom
You ain't gettin' blue strips what
You ain't ever shoot s**t what
Say what
Went into the precinct cuh told them who did what
N***as be way too tough
Tough
Finna call your bluff pick up
H*e rep she smut mouth runnin' you an athlete huh
Gotta chase that bag
Bag
Can't let it pass me up
No way
Keep one tucked the opps don't play
Been way more beef since I got paid
I ride 'round town with Ray Charles tint
The police search they won't find s**t
I'm way too rich for sleepless nights
The beef on sight and I won't miss
On my mama
Yeah I love this s**t like my mama
On my mama yeah
I love this s**t like my mama
On my mama
I love this s**t like my mama
Yeah
Live for the money and die for the dollars
Die for the dollars
Home of the killers and flockers
Flockers
On my mama
I love this s**t like my mama
Michelin stars
Yeah
We gotta eat soon as he Tweet
Sent to the Lord
Bang
Land of the beast runnin' the streets
Runnin' the streets
Glory to God
Thank God
Answered my mama in prayers
I got my weight up workin' my way up
Now I don't go 'less they pay us
Money ain't everything
Nah it's not
But I promise it help the pain
On God
I just paid for a body and got the receipt baby let's celebrate
Dead homies
Makin' money makin' moves
Yeah yeah
Channel 7 breakin' news
Yeah yeah
Competition what you on run up on me I'ma
Boom boom
On my mama
I love this s**t like my mama
On my mama yeah
I love this s**t like my mama
On my mama
I love this s**t like my mama
Yeah
Live for the money and die for the dollars
Die for the dollars
Home of the killers and flockers
Flockers
On my mama
I love this s**t like my mama
On my mama
Dead homies
On my mama
On my mama n***a run down
On my mama
Just like my mama gunned down
On my mama
Just like my mama
Yeah on my mama
Mama
Yeah on my mama
N***as talkin' 'bout all that like
Put this on my mama
Dead homies n***a
Put it on my mama
I'd like to think that had I not to had to work
Three jobs two jobs
I could've spent a little more time
And maybe he would not have become a monster
Dead homies