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momma we made it - l5 lyrics

[intro]
hmm, yeah
ayy, mama, we made it, just look how we living
(i love you, l5), yeah
f*ck n*gga diss, my brother gon’ slide, go get him, bust his fitted
come here

[chorus]
ayy, mama, we made it, just look how we living (made it, just look how we living)
f*ck n*gga diss, my brother gon’ slide, go get him, bust his fitted
they say l5 savage (they say l5 savage)
n*gga got caught down bad, he was doin’ disses, past tense (past tense)
stickin’ with my dope*boy drip, i don’t too much f*ck with lanvins
and i’ll show a n*gga how to work that fire, hop out, face shot, n*gga, everybody die
i shoot at his mama, i’m tired of the cryin’ (doon*doon*doon)
don’t say my name on the scene with the crime (crime)
i’ll whack an opp on the scene with 4*5 (5)
he look fake, got gangster disguise (what?)
you see an opp, n*gga, blow your 9 (yeah)
two mil’ in three months, sh*t blew my mind

[verse]
pop sh*t, i been piped up (i been piped up)
love sneakin’, goin’ through my phone, ain’t tryna fight her (ain’t tryna fight her)
walkin’ all my opps, n*gga, i feel like a hiker
tell my young n*gga just chill, but he been hot just like a lighter
young n*gga sh*t, l5 been thuggin’, i creep out the cut and light sh*t like a blunt (huh, come here)
young n*gga must be stupid, he dissed my brother, lil’ boy, you know you done
dump, bro pass me a kylie ho, two*fifty, smack that sh*t and then call up kon (call up kon)
three*five in this grabba, puffin’ h5, we don’t call it runtz (l5)
tell me you got opp drop, p*ssy, then go slide
we in the black truck, knowin’ we deep, when lil keem hop out, n*gga, everybody dyin’
we got a drop over here and a drop over there, n*gga slide, n*gga, everybody cryin’
ap on my wrist, a n*gga look wrong, rp through his mind (mind, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
ayy, mama, we made it, just look how we living (made it, just look how we living)
f*ck n*gga diss, my brother gon’ slide, go get him, bust his fitted
they say l5 savage (they say l5 savage)
n*gga got caught down bad, he was doin’ disses, past tense (oh, that n*gga dissin’)
stickin’ with my dope*boy drip, i don’t too much f*ck with lanvins (woah)
and i’ll show a n*gga how to work that fire, hop out, face shot, n*gga, everybody die
i shoot at his mama, i’m tired of the cryin’
don’t say my name on the scene with the crime
i’ll whack an opp on the scene with 4*5
he look fake, got gangster disguise
you see an opp, n*gga, blow your 9
two mil’ in three months, sh*t blew my mind

[outro]
oh, two mil’ in three months, sh*t blew my mind, yeah, oh
two mil’ in three months, sh*t blew my mind, yeah, huh, l5, huh
if you see an opp, n*gga, blow your 9, come here

- l5 lyrics

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