MaMa Mia

I'm just keepin' it a hundred, I am not the one to use your fuck wit'
I've been droppin' music, beats I'm on just seem to kick the bucket
Now I'm someone that you fuck with
Someone that they fuck with, shoulda, coulda, woulda, but you didn't, so now you nothin'
Now I'm someone that you mention, I'm a livin' legend
Now you beggin' for all that noise that we've been makin'
Got em' French kissin' my balls and fuckin' my gun, I pistol whip them with my cock
Cock, cock, cock
Is the bullets goin' through them, how you bitches like it on em'
I'm the sharpest, I'm the knife upon them, comin' for they necks
Like a necklace, I'm the nicest on em'
Lick they lips, salvation, I'm a dog up on em'
Dalmation, make these motherfuckers wanna bite up on em'
I'm so high up on em', lookin' like a kite up on em'
I be killin em' like Fab, doin' twenty five to life up on em'
If they ask who runnin' this bitch, tell em' daddy got em'

Tell that little slut everything is peaches and cream, peaches and cream
Mama mia, mama mia, yeah, whoa, peaches and cream, yeah
Mama mia, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, mama, mama, mama mia, yeah, fuck em' all, man
Ain't nobody out shinin' Andy Kapps
Right, let's go, done, everything is peaches and cream

I remember back then, they didn't think much of me
Now they tryin' to ride, cause they see me ride with luxury, yeah
European women who got it made, wanna take me outside my own country
But you know me, I hardly ever trust a bitch, I just went out back and dug a ditch
I just hit the weed with Sheedy Sheed, fuckin' up the game, then we fuck ya babe
Stay in your fuckin' lane, don't get in my way, ayy, ayy
I wanna get paid, paid
I ain't rappin' for fun, turn it up, let the whole neighborhood jump now
Pass me the rock, money ball jump shot, fuck it, I'll dunk if I want, swish
No reason to flex on these punks

Tell that little slut, everything is peaches and cream, peaches and cream
Mama mia, mama mia, yeah, peaches and cream, yeah, mama mia
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, mama, mama, mama mia
Some little stripper slut, fuckin' just left the crib
Try fuckin' throwin' some pregnancy tests in my face, I'm like na, what, I go raw

I'm about to take off, all these haters can fuckin' shake off, I wake up
Spit a rap that worth a bunch of millions, I ain't even feelin' them when they spit it
If they don't bring it like I do then I just say forget it, yeah, game over for y'all
Cause I'm fuckin' insane, jumping on any beat, yeah, outta planes, yeah, then we takin' off in jets
Wanna make a bet, I don't break a sweat, yeah, just come and get it, with my eyes open
On these clouds floatin', on a fuckin' boat, motorboatin' bitches, you can't fuckin' do it like I can, yeah
I don't even know if y'all feel this
But I just keep it real as I can, and I don't even see y'all bring it, third shiftin'
Wakin' up late, wakin' up for breakfast, and then I take a break, sike, never
I do this for my pleasure, I do this for my mama, y'all gon' see me get it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Peaches and cream
And just to let y'all know, that was off the top, that third verse
And I don't really give a fuck how y'all feel about it, we came to get it



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Franklin
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