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Текст песни Fat Joe feat. H - Mob

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Текст песни Fat Joe feat. H-Mob - She's My Momma




You know one man's treasure is another man's trash (speak on it)And you know the man who sleeps on the floor can't fall the fuck off thebed NiggaPop your collar to thisIt's grills mania, ya heard meOwww( )[Chorus:]She's my MammyShe's my babyI love you so muchYou driving me crazyWanna be downJump in the carRollin wit meI'll make you a star[Verse 1:]Now she was only sixteen I had to nurture thatGive her some growthWaited till I touch the catTold she going have to work if she going get aheadThen she drove me berserk when she game me some headShe told me that she learnt that from the porno flicksI said Mami stop talkingJust suck on this dickI ain't say her name yet so let's say she nothingNow watch me turn this nothing into somethingGet itMami, Get in that kitchenThis is free baseJust cook it till its hard then cut it in eighthsTake the trip cross town to see TrueJust get the money don't listenThat Nigga think he cuteSee all this money we got we going shoppingLouis Vitton & PucciWe get it poppinWe hit the club on some clico shitSee the respect that you get from just being my bitchLook see 'em they sickThey wan be in your shoesThat's the game that I hit her wit to leave her confusedI'm just using her for paperShe want a manI'm bout to see my other bitch butShe understands[Chorus x2][Verse 2:]Ay YoI met her at the Rucker ParkWatchin' the stars playI knew she was a terrorShe was watchin' the squad playI knew she had her ownShe was pushin' the bubble XType of eye candy that you see in the Double XFat Ass, Long HairShort like Nia LongI knew she was a victim from the startMy G is strongAnd then she said she ain't felt this good in ten summersGave me credit card and debit card with pin numbersI'm lookin' at receiptsShe spent G's on the kidI'm pushin' her VEven got keys to the cribIf I needed to bag upI bought G's to the cribI got knocked - What she didPut up the deed to the cribNow she got a new gig at Chase ManhattanLook my niggaz is wit MaLet's make it happenSo I burst through the door bout a quarter to fourTold every nosey bitchGet the fuck on the floorThen she opened up the bagAnd started to fill 'em allMaking sure that she left the marked money in the drawerTold security if you moveThis goin' be your last nightI'm working with this Mack tenYou workin' with a flash lightI'm walking backwardsNobody moved word to motherTryin' not look - cause I don't want to blow her coverThat's when this bitch winks and blew a kiss at meI don't believe this bitch took all them risks for meThat why[Chorus x2]




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