Letra de Mama’s Boy - King Von

Young Chop on the beat

Chop

Von

Von

Bitch

See, mama, she raised her a savage

Went and took it if I didn't have it

See, I can do magic

I can get rid of my gun and still beat your ass like your daddy

We thirsty, we blitzin' like Madden

In traffic with full automatic

I'm clutchin' and speedin' while drivin'

Left hand on the wheel like I got it

Not hidin', how you could not find us?

Always muggin', so please do not mind us

It's the pills, it's fuckin' our minds up

When we flyin', we drip in designer

Don't look back, 12 stay behind us

Flashbacks of me in them lineups

No, I cannot go, I ain't no ho, put the pedal to the floor

My life a movie, we shootin'

You got a gun, but don't use it

The drugs we abuse it, I ain't abusive

Beat an opp bitch like she stupid

I'm chillin' at Ruth Chris, just me and my new bitch

You stressin' and goin' bald

Baby, you on that fu' shit

Pull over, I think that's him

Matter fact, gang, that's them

See the one with the fade, got a limp?

I thought he was dead, but fuck that shit

I want him, I want him, I want him

Pull up on 'em, up on 'em, up on 'em

I swear that boy is a goner

Tried to run, but I got up on 'em

Tried to run, but I got up on 'em

He need a new kidney, you donate?

My shoes by Gucci, you know it

You payin' that shit if you owe it

My mama's first born, I'm the oldest

Huh? What?

Bitch, I beat the body, I'm chosen

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