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lirik lagu momma said – illegit

[verse 1: akryllik]
yo, i’ma jump right all up on it like this track was my bed sheets
i shed heat, b-tch. you couldn’t run it with 10 cleats
so let’s eat, i’ve got the lettuce and bread, cheese
but any m-th-f-cka come wit’ beef, they gon’ rest, peace
we finna hit ’em witta’ stun-spore
on some odd-ish, i f-ck a chicken in my concorde
the sickest flows, we rippin’ shows to get the dough
b-tch n’ hoes be flippin’ trippin, wishin’ for an encore
ya! i get in deep until the c-nt’s sore, want more?
sh-t, i got it locked like it’s my front door
now ya’ll are done for. i’m sharp as f-ck, regardless sl-t
i ravage, you can’t hack it like a blunt sword
sick as malaria, trick around n we’ll bury ya
my fingaz on the trigga’, equipped to flip ’em an aerial
if you don’t wanna get it then quit ya b-tchin’ & carry on
’cause i’m about to pop ya like a skaters stompin’ a varial

[chorus]
momma told me be kind to the compet-tion (momma said)
“share your toys with the guys who are not as gifted!”
sorry momma but i’ve got a lot of issues
they’re treatin’ me like a spit can and daddy said not to listen
momma told me be kind to the compet-tion (momma said)
“give an inch and your friends’ll help keep you swimmin'”
sorry momma, i gave in and started sinkin’
now they gonna have to pay for the damage from their decision!

[verse 2: pete jones]
they say ignorance is bliss. well, you must be real peaceful
verbally, on the track- man, you know i k!ll people
i’d attempt to teach you style but you’re lackin’ the cl-ss
so i’m ’bout to throw your garbage raps back in the trash
flow so high, my hands is over the rim
you can call me ‘duncan’ while i’m on the shoulders of ‘tim’
f-ggots d-ckin’ around playin’ ‘b-n-rs with friends’
my rhymes are dopest, never gonna be sober again
walter white of the rap game, although i lack fame
the way i’m spittin’ a track makin’ ’em f-ckin’ gotta rack brain
slap manes whose words be comin’ at me
with the disrespect of b-tches publicly poppin’ acne
and i ain’t done yet.. you wanted to come get me
but you couldn’t even be findin’ me with a comp-ss
dumb b-tch, i’m sick of smellin’ your sc-m breath
only way i’m hittin’ is to minimally crush and bump meth

[verse 3: ace]
yo, i slap planes down, k!llin’ these high roller’s my resume
wake up inebriated, contaminated with cellophane
a rubber band, a sandwich bag with sh-t that isn’t mayonnaise
who’da thunk a ‘rubber’ was somethin’ needed to get a lay?
the p-ssing lane, where every speeder legally gravitates
¡mayday! blarin’ my speakers, leakin’ the jack away
i started out on earth, a diversion inverted past the gate
and woke up lookin’ down on the universe in the astral plane
castrated, so never a chance of f-ckin’ up
i’m donkey punchin’ demons, you beat me
it’s with the dumbest luck
your insubordination’ll never label you ‘number one’
if i wanted my comeback i’d pull it out of your mother’s b-tt
do-si-do, yep, won’t leave stones unturned
grow some t-tties, fight naked for coins? (uhh, sure)
little snooki’s the pun, sir. i’m hot enough- you roll with me
you’ll probably catch a jersey sh0r- sunburn

- illegit

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