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Lời bài hát: Mama/Show Love

Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu

Outrageous, outrageous, outrageous Mama, look at me now Outrageous, outrageous, outrageous Mama, look at me now I got the juice, comin' for you and I'm bringin' the noose Leave it, I'm hangin', my *** bangin' Second that I came in the game, I'm aimin' Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the layman I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC to the MC study Look up to me, little buddy, do it like me, little buddy Save your money, don't think about it Be more till you're sellin' arenas And you're ballin' like a rabbit Everybody wonder what it be like Nothin' what it seem like, nothin' what it dream like Go light green like somethin' with a theme like Do it for the drug and we do it for the love And we do it for the high that we get When we ridin' the whip and somebody pull up on you And they vibe, vibe, vibin' your *** Mama, look at me now Mama, look what you created Now I'm super faded and I'm truly hated Cause I'm real rich, but she too elated Cause she knew we made it, got the Louis suede I be callin' niggas, makin' super figures But the truth is realer than the fake *** Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers I go to guerrilla on some big *** Look at all the fame and the fortune The pain and extortion, the range and the portions The same, but it's gorgeous Mama call me, set your name on the Forbes list Thank God your daddy never paid for abortion We're sharin' clothes, good times that I cherish those Now I'm stuck doin' Paris shows Embarrassed hoes, I'm careless hoes I'm careless, so I bear the toll Don't tear your soul, my God Mama, look at me now Ayy, I'm the one that's where you're from Now get it done, I'm killin' em' without a gun Take it in, rake it in Like a leaf from a money tree Keep it goin', keep it goin' Get the money, get the money when it's sunny Just when them clouds come, I can promise it's depression That's when you learn your lesson Thought you was cut off, but it's your profession Gon' be the best and all of that Nah, *** all of that No one callin' back, they don't fallin' back Breakin' down on stage, breakin' down the page Breakin' down your age, like, like how? All you do is compare, compare, compare Comparin' yourself to the world And you're losin' yourself to the world And you're losin' yourself to your money and fame and your fans You have bigger plans, you is in demand They don't give a damn Spend all your money on bull***tin' drama Add zeroes and zeroes and commas And commas and commas and commas and Mama! Look at me now Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the *** out my dick Everybody better hear me talk my *** Put a mind at back, get outta that walk my *** *** around, flick my wrist Hit it like this I got more plaque than I know what to do with Believe in myself, when nobody else knew it Goddamn, I've been through it Goddamn, I've been through it You ain't got class, bitch, you've been truant I ain't a truant, no need to ask Back it up, girl, now back that ass Bobby it, bitches, convictions I bobbyin' all of the bitches Say Bobby delicious And say all the bitches completely fictitious Cause I, I respect women But let's be real, man There's some bad bitches out there Man, I'm just playin' Chief of the Reef, I don't know what I'm sayin' I'm pushin' 30, my man I'm pushin' 30, my man It's time to have fun Shoutout that boy Gambino Shoutout that boy K-Dot Shoutout that boy Young Drizzy All y'all been doin' a lot Why the rap game so scared to show love? I don't know, but I am not That *** right there, I'm backed off Now bring it back to the roots Guess I must definitely got a juice Yes, I got love for the game Don't do this *** for the fame Inside, we people the same Don't care what set you claim Shoutout that boy YG Not King Cole and J.I.D Everybody know I.B. In the club, we I.B. Psych, not me Too many people to name But know I got love for you all If you need me, I gotcha I promise, I gotcha Just give me a call Hip-hop, we a family But the hypebeast wanna ban me Cause I am me Speak love, not hate So they don't understand me 2019, better get that Grammy Give me my props where props is due Why everybody wanna come stop you? Maybe they mad that they not you When it peace, that peace and love Make em wanna come through Pop shots at you, that's no love *** that, show love Don't buck back like a bitch *** that, show love Don't buck back like a bitch

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