Mama Mia

mama mia mama mia mama mia
let me go
nothings free i want my box of tree an 50 for a show
watching me im watching you u little
puss
buck me on road
all this presence that im bringing
still aint got time for a ho
ho ho

still aint got time for ur shit
who put what right up in ur bits
who got gwop
line it up im lit
slender
wid ur tiny arms
mine are thick
thats 200 thousand look at my wips
thats 300 kg look at my lift
fuck em off ca im better than they are do it andre 3000 way when i
shake my fist like a polaroid picture in a snitch face like heya heya
he a joke, lil fat lil scared lil lame lil boy lil wuss lil hater
what
buck me then dont be a stranger
il have his whole family sharing a blazer
i draw my man out
boydem ran out
big wiz nearly got hit wid a taser
lame ass niggas wanna talk about mud about whos on crud like i dont move major
meanwhile they living of mums
daddies drum
borrowing paper
i make a fassie run
chattie patties
all on my radar
dont get brave try send man a quick chat then delete it like i wont get him kidnapped
like i dont know where this eeeidjat lives
or i cant get a man wid a mask at a pricks flat

these man are not in my bracket they cant even gross my taxes
but il leave his face gross when i tax him
gyal say that ur face gross god clapped him
no one aint clapping for your life
your only clappin on fortnight
these spitters u love theyre alright
not great
but i say more life
he aint seen what a kilo of raw like
or what kicking a door like
keep thining that eryting alright
dont get swat off the shoreline

mama mia mama mia mama mia
let me go
nothings free i want my box of tree an 50 for a show
watching me im watching you u little
puss
buck me on road
all this presence that im bringing
still aint got time for a ho

all a nigga need is money an therapy
i got 100 grams in the back of the cheroke
i mek a hundred grand for a track thats a hella ps
i got a bad attitude so whats a nigga tellin me
i hit him in the back of the head wid an empty hennessey
im really kinda baffled how many men are my enemy
i should be in the chapel for sending man to the cemetary
u see the symmetry upon delivery especially
me im a visionary im tecky
im in a ferried ferrarri im fornicating and my footwear a guiseppe the luggage is luis vuitton
the jewelry a maboussin
the hotty im wid a cute one
she like a kyle or tennessey
the coffee is a cuban
the cockyness is excusable rlly when u start clocking the levels a nigga move on im shelly
im talking randy and shelly
im sipin brandy my henny a louis my ratatoille straight ofa telly
whos teckier than that
dont wip out a machette ca im reckier than that
home cook
niggas aint cheffier than that
phone took like them old skl nokias in my gaff
bros shook
he dont wanna try scrap just ramp
on the net
like a fan
what the heck
ur not a man
u lil puss
how many tramps wanna know whats good when i see them in the flesh they gonna hold one foot

i dont need a doc im sicker than these man i got a lil spot it worth more than a couple fuckin million
they call me underated an i am because im brilliant but all this money that im getting make me more resilliant to the annoying fact that maccyds selling more product than a kitchen that is michelin
its cool tho im still killin
i can kill a rapper from flippin britain to michegan
spitz wiz is jus different
wiz lyrics significant
niggas aint throwing mitttens they flip a finger from distance
im looking out out the jet through the window a twin piston
is spinning im praying i make it over this distance
we land an im grateful
all ur hating i just missed it an i aint gottta recap my nigga i get the jist of it an i aint gotta kneecap a nigga to tear a ligament
an if he get brightest idea im breaking all fillament and filling them wid suttin thats better left in the kitchen sink