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Mama Cry

RRuffway
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(Ayy, Rashawn, this beat go crazy) That murder talk, that murder talk Shout out to KP for that beat That murder talk, that murder talk This that murder talk, this that murder talk This that murder talk, this that murder talk This that murder talk, this that murder talk This that murder talk, this that murder talk Send my niggas to go get 'em and they'll run up tryna spot somethin' The first opp lackin', bitch, we clappin', we gon' drop somethin' Don't fuck around and catch your ass In traffic, bitch, don't stop runnin' Tryna walk down with this AR, do you nasty, then the cops comin' Have you ever seen a red beam right in between your fuckin' eyes? We like to get up close where he won't know it, catch him by surprise They know how this shit go, I ain't no ho and I ain't tellin' lies They fuck with 23 and I'm gon' make twenty-three mamas cry In other words, bitch, that's a whole lot of homicides You don't come out, but you gon' make us have to come inside The type of nigga, they'll send some shots and run and hide Bitch, we the type of niggas, send some shots, somebody dyin' Southside shit, these niggas know I bang the 4 I heard your favorite rapper wanna kill me 'bout a ho He askin' me did I fuck hะตr, shit, I don't even know Don't question me about a bitch, nigga, go ask her bro This that murdะตr talk, I let the 30 talk Bitch, we gon' come and swerve on y'all, bitch, we gon' lurk on y'all Get in my zone when them Perkies call and let the Perkies talk We took some shots, that shit ain't hurt At all, bitch, we gon' murder y'all Walk down, bitch, I stay on go mode Bring this gangster shit in 3D, bullets walkin' slow-mo Bitch, I'm clutchin' hot shit, I named the stick Coco Hit a nigga all in his neck, Draco Put him in a chokehold (Pussy bitch) Send my niggas to go get 'em and they'll run up tryna spot somethin' The first opp lackin', bitch, we clappin', we gon' drop somethin' Don't fuck around and catch your ass In traffic, bitch, don't stop runnin' Tryna walk down with this AR, do you nasty, then the cops comin' Have you ever seen a red beam right in between your fuckin' eyes? We like to get up close where he won't know it, catch him by surprise They know how this shit go, I ain't no ho and I ain't tellin' lies They fuck with 23 and I'm gon' make twenty-three mamas cry Three mamas cryin' Three mamas cryin' Three mamas cryin', her baby dyin' This that murder talk