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Claudia Feliciano
Claudia Feliciano
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Ishmael Davison
Ishmael Davison
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Brandon Blue
Brandon Blue
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Yo, look, I woke up with my attitude, Kanye I don't give a fuck what my mom say Okay, maybe a little bit, but only cause I'm really not tryna start up any beef with my madre But in my mind, today I'm Beyoncé I don't wanna hear whatever y'all say I'm a beast, give me monster, no latte Wearin' all black, like I'm robbin' you in broad day I had one too many bad nights Today I don't wanna hear no advice So all of you little bitches, act nice I don't wanna fuckin' have to ask twice Bitch, any other day but not hoy You can even hear the tone of my voice Today my grind is pumped up on 'roids Today my ego's gassed up, like Floyd Look, I swear to God, the life I live, has got my mom, like, ay, ay, ay All my bro's that's sellin' O's, that kush, that dro, that white What you want? Them bars, Patron, that got you on that, ay, ay, ay Tryna roll, you lose control, we on that level, don't try, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Yo, look, my mama kicked me out, cause I was partyin' like YOLO Woke me up for church, I was hungover, she's like, "oh, no" Gave my ass a bucket, trapeador, and got the Cloro Pitbull jacked my mom, since I was a baby she yellin 'Como!?' She like: Como que no? Ponte a trapear Todo lo que compro te doi, ponte a limpiar Pantalones rotos y ya ponte a lavar Aqui no tienes voto, carnal, ponteme al par Aqui no comen si no se acomiden Si aqui no ayudan, aqui ya no viven Si aqui no das, ya no recives Y ponganse en linea, que esto no es chiste Que a mi no me importa que Heather no ayude La muchacha huevona, alla su mama Ahora la vi con el novio que tiene De aqui a nueve meses que ya son papas Pinche malandro nomas pa' robar Es poquitero, rapero local Y Claudia no quiero que siguas al mal Y pobre de ti que si handas de igual! (mom!) Look, I swear to God, the life I live, has got my mom, like, ay, ay, ay All my bro's that's sellin' O's, that kush, that dro, that white What you want? Them bars, Patron, that got you on that, ay, ay, ay Tryna roll, you lose control, we on that level, don't try, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Writer(s): Brandon Blue, Ishmael Davison, Feliciano Claudia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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