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lirik lagu mother of my kids – tyfontaine

[intro: tyfontaine & summrs]
ooh, i’m flying off of this rp
ooh, i’m dying, no you can’t catch me
(you slayed this one)
woah, yeah
ooh, i’m dying

[chorus: summrs]
i just ran through twenty racks and i spent it all on tris
if a n*gga shoot, we can shoot back, i don’t give a f*ck who you is
that cutter’ll knock off your neck, that’s how real this sh*t can get
all the b*tch wanna do is have s*x, be the mother of my kids

[verse 1: summrs]
she already trying to link, i just touched down in la (la)
mix the blues with codeine, that’s like everyday (everyday)
she left the doors open a weird b*tch ’cause we in a wraith (woah)
if we link up once, the b*tch gon’ f*ck the whole slay (yeah)
how you gon’ bring up my name, you ain’t sitting on a hundred thousand? (the f*ck?)
n*gga we is not the same, i got the ho flying private (private)
let a n*gga juug your n*gga and you ain’t do sh*t about it (’bout it)
ten toes to the ground, all my n*ggas know i’m solid (solid)
run up a fifty piece and then spend it in louis v (shh)
she fell in love with codeine, that b*tch act just like me
they like, “rino how much you dropped on all of your jewelry?” (jewelry)
i might overdose in that wraith, i’m off of that oxy’
[chorus: tyfontaine, summrs, & both]
i just ran through twenty racks and i spent it all on tris
if a n*gga shoot, we can shoot back, i don’t give a f*ck who you is
that cutter’ll knock off your neck, that’s how real this sh*t can get
all the b*tch wanna do is have s*x, be the mother of my kids

[verse 2: tyfontaine]
on go, she think i’m cute, she wanna have s*x like sosa
on go, put my wrist on the table, i’ma need me a coaster
on go, cop me a tesla, i’m going faster in a roadster
i put the b*tch in the ‘ghini, eating some of the fettuccini, bussin’ over
i don’t confide in my vibes, treat ’em the way i would want to be treated, i lie to the b*tch
every time i get her off, she stay in my notis, i’ma just pass to the clique (cl!ck cl!ck)
she just wanted a rich n*gga to buy her [?] on the daily
she just wanted a relief n*gga [?] girly
twenty racks in a vase if her p*ssy is swirly (uh)
twenty racks to her face, [?] to a birdie (brr)

[bridge: tyfontaine]
ooh, i’m flying off of this rp
ooh, i’m dying, no you can’t catch me

[chorus: tyfontaine & summrs]
i just ran through twenty racks and i spent it all on tris
if a n*gga shoot, we can shoot back, i don’t give a f*ck who you is
that cutter’ll knock off your neck, that’s how real this sh*t can get
all the b*tch wanna do is have s*x, be the mother of my kids

- tyfontaine

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