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momma house - smokingskul lyrics

he gotta move back to his momma crib (he gotta move back)
these n*ggas fake flexing, that’s not how you live
he did not pop out when they did that trip
glock 43, n*gga, this sh*t on my hip (d*mn)
he see taco bell then that n*gga tip
he got no bread, need to p*wn that whip (p*wn that whip)
these n*ggas saying that i fell off (fell off), b*tch n*gga, you sip fake green (haaa)
that n*gga do fent’ he a f*cking fien (d*mn)
you is a fake n*gga, keep that sh*t a bean
you is a rat, n*gga (no cap), ain’t no in*between
i’m in the trackhawk, no limousine, aye
aye, i’m pressing, they left me on seen, d*mn
b*tch, that trap house finna get cleaned, d*mn
broke n*gga, ain’t got no funds
b*tch, i’m mr. take all yo’ guns (gimme that sh*t)
these n*ggas switched up (switched up), better stay over there
i just spilled the lean, aye, i don’t even care
that n*gga spilled the lean, he started pulling out his hair
he gone have to sleep on a bunk bed (bunk bed)
you still sip green, b*tch, go buy some red
you was outside his crib, and that n*gga scammed
you tell me n*gga sh*t, i ain’t even [?]
catch him on the train like raye penbar
i got two glocks, stockholm and denver (huh)
he say what i on, i say, “whatever”
b*tch, i’m with the rednecks, i feel like trevor, tahhh

- smokingskul lyrics

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