
My Momma Isaiah Rashad
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[Intro]
Tires spinning’
Like ’99 that’s a green Cadillac outside
That got them thighs in it
If I ever seen a hustler, if I ever seen a
Yeah
[Chorus]
I take it back to when the thighs spinning’
Like ’99 that’s a green Cadillac outside
That got them pies in it
But if I ever seen a hustler
If I ever seen a hustler that’s my mothafuckin’ momma, look
[Verse 1]
Let’s smoke dawg, she call me up
We blow it down, we do the most dawg
Don’t trust a fool, don’t trust a friend, don’t trust them hoes dawg
If I was tougher I would probably bring a rose, dawg, dawg
I taught them commas with my momma ‘nem
I taught them commas with my brother Willy [?] and he still mixin’ that plot
Count it count it count it nigga
I wrote that Tay while Dee whеn shoppin’ on the counter, nigga
I write his [?] around wit’ us
Wе paint the cars, they bought the blunts
I pay the homage nigga, nigga
Look, see
I’d rather smoke with my momma while you go jingle for that check and be phony
They got that noose at yo’ neck, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tires spinning’
Like ’99 that’s a green Cadillac outside
That got them thighs in it
If I ever seen a hustler, if I ever seen a
Yeah
[Chorus]
I take it back to when the thighs spinning’
Like ’99 that’s a green Cadillac outside
That got them pies in it
But if I ever seen a hustler
If I ever seen a hustler that’s my mothafuckin’ momma, look
[Verse 1]
Let’s smoke dawg, she call me up
We blow it down, we do the most dawg
Don’t trust a fool, don’t trust a friend, don’t trust them hoes dawg
If I was tougher I would probably bring a rose, dawg, dawg
I taught them commas with my momma ‘nem
I taught them commas with my brother Willy [?] and he still mixin’ that plot
Count it count it count it nigga
I wrote that Tay while Dee whеn shoppin’ on the counter, nigga
I write his [?] around wit’ us
Wе paint the cars, they bought the blunts
I pay the homage nigga, nigga
Look, see
I’d rather smoke with my momma while you go jingle for that check and be phony
They got that noose at yo’ neck, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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