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 f*ck 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