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lirik lagu jayyy bandzzz - on my momma

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(chorus)
my shooter on deck
riding round in a jet
if you n-ggas test me on my momma you get wet
shoot like a vet
all my n-ggas with the tec
leave you bleeding red on the scene i leave you dead
one in the head knock your dreads put that led to your set
green beam aiming and i splash like im shaq
shoot and i score you the net
told yo b-tch she gonn get f-cked she like bet
heard you that n-gga be talking to feds
im that n-gga that be countin up deads

(verse 1)
big baller no scholar
givenchy my collar
i told that b-tch that id call back
i dont call her
you see my neck and its water
f-cking yo b-tch and her p-ssy drip water
splash on your b-tch with the water
i jus might f-ck on your daughter
if you n-ggas squealing you gone get slaughtered
she said i do magic im not harry potter
hope you not bothered
swimming in the ocean like an otter

(chorus)
my shooter on deck
riding round in a jet
if you n-ggas test me on my momma you get wet
shoot like a vet
all my n-ggas with the tec
leave you bleeding red on the scene i leave you dead
f-ck is you talking bout
nothing to talk about
if its gaza we gon come through and chop it out
we not the n-ggas to talk it out
light it up and we gonn spark it out
yeah i got the spark
big dogs dont bark
i can smell your blood cause you know that im a shark
catch you in the dark
you talking yous a narc
imma narco
buying out your b-tch without a barcode
she a 36 in jeans tryna take me out my cargos
you n-ggas garbo
yeah im in the field like a argo
who got the tooly yeah you know my n-gga carlos
fly your b-tch out on vacation to camargo

(verse 2)
pour a 6 by the litre
120 on the meter
chilling withcho b-tch and i found out she a eater
in the field derek jeter
im about to skurt off in the beamer
jewry be so cold you would think i had a fever
backwoods what i roll
on my mom i keep a pole
i won’t ever fold
yeah i put it on my soul
in my city its so cold
run up on me sh-t get hot
on my gang i never stop
hanging wit my thugs like a cherry you get popped
yeah i keep a mop
run up you get dropped
shootin at the opps
i jus hit a l!ck for 300 and a little
why the f-ck you talking boy you living in a sh-t hole


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