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My Mother's Life
Fredo
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I bet them people see my diamonds first before they servin' me
And when it comes to my block, I put work 'round there on every street
It's London city, tons of nittys, bare man talkin', fuckin' with me
The pagans left with scars a couple times when bump into me
Take my chain, you must be silly (silly)
If Mello weren't squeezin' that day, then it must been Billy (Billy)
Nah, I won't lie my guy, my life changed since I touched a milly (milly)
Now you can trust me, but before trustin' me was silly
Finessed a couple plugs with Hilly
Pussy boy, you must be silly, switched it up with just a lizzy
Told my jewelers, flood them silly, plus I get my brothers chilly
We might lie, rappin' 'bout the nine, meanwhile the tools of four
But that's them little key pieces they'll try and use in court
And, yeah, I fly the goons abroad, but grew up as a dodgy yute (dodgy yute)
With time I didn't build no trust, there was time I copped, a robbed a yute
Now I ain't tryna rob no plugs, and never fuck with prostitutes (never)
I should make them pay to fuck me, that's how a real mobster moves
Put that on my mother's life
We're not the same if you're pagans ain't lost a couple guys
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no car crashes, it's gun and knife
Them man they hate on me so hard, you have to wonder why (why?)
'Cause I'ma boss in capital's then get that underline
That's on my mother's life, I rock that flooded ice
Take a few for one of mine, my brothers good, my mummy's nice
Add in magic, cut the price, she must good if I fuck twice (she must be)
That's on my mothers life
I never ever talk inside my car about no silly stuff
My last plug he got fifteen years, the police had his ceilings bugged (bugged)
My engines big, you'll stand for five minutes to fill it up
They're feelin' us, I'm fuckin' girls in doggy style 'til they feel in love (love)
All I do is multiply, my niggas we never divide (never divide)
Last months I needed twelve racks, now it's eleven a night
My niggas in the field, but this shit ain't no eleven a side
But them man scorin' goals, and that's all up on the enemy's line
Put that on my mother's life
We're not the same if you're pagans ain't lost a couple guys
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no car crashes, it's gun and knife
Them man they hate on me so hard, you have to wonder why (why?)
'Cause I'ma boss in capital's then get that underline
That's on my mother's life, I rock that flooded ice
Take a few for one of mine, my brothers good, my mummy's nice
Add in magic, cut the price, she must good if I fuck twice (she must be)
That's on my mothers life