ya momma

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starts after beat drop at 22 seconds
 
im sendin shots, its happy hour
its raining money, i call that showers
send ya to ya grave, while i send flowers
make six figures followed by a comma
ya momma, is my baby mommy
yea son thats right, you can just call me papa
 
i should make history
i am like a mystery, hated by jealousy
run up on my enemies
see if they remember me
soon as they remember me
i wipe away their memory
 
your not a baller, just a phony
your whole just crew a bunch of Rent-a-homies
we pot hold, in the back woods
two tone box chevy with the black hood
seats come out all packed up
L's for the 18 like a mack truck

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DJBolden
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