On My Momma lyrics

by

Swing


[intro]
(On my momma) “Yeah my n*gga Huss I see you, yeah.”
(On my momma) “What’s up Swing?! Dunn Ruff in this b*tch uh huh.”
(On my momma) “of course it’s me yours truly n*gga uh huh”
(On my momma) “Get ya hands up Chicago this ya muthaf*ckin anthem here! Yeah”

[Verse 1 True Enuff]
(On My Momma)
I will get this muthaf*cka started please don’t get a muthaf*cka started send something at you make a n*gga look retarded leave ya dome leaking Red Sea when I part it
(On my momma)
I’m here to collect on n*ggas who slept on how True spit that fire like Teflon something you should invest on keep ya vest on I’ll leave ya chest gone n*gga any questions
(On my momma)
Put me in the streets and I’m cool with a pen and a beat and I’m cool n*ggas betta listen when I speak to these fools I’m telling you cuz all hell will leak from these tools
(On my momma)
Dunn Ruff camp got it locked where the seal? where the stamp? where the box? Even in a drought we can dampen the block 16 to your head while you lamp in the drop n*gga

[Chorus]
(On my momma)
Yall gone suffer this year we here to put that ruff in ya ear
(On my momma)
n*ggas gone wild when they hear this f*ck that n*ggas gone bow when they hear this
(On my momma)
n*ggas need extra clips what’s the wager homie bet ya chips huh
(On my momma)
Anytime Anywhere Anyplace any n*gga anybody any face
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