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Mama's Boy
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Mama's Boy was released on October 1, 2024 by BG8 as a part of the album Mama's Boy - Single
October 1, 2024
LabelBG8
LanguageEnglish
BPM84
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Ooh, GG
Stuntin' like my mama 'cause I never met my daddy
He the reason I told myself that I won't be a deadbeat
Screaming, "Fuck the opps" every block, them **** scared of me
We gon' get that top, make sure it pop, then watch your head bleed
Can you use your head, please?
You could think that you ahead of me, but on way off five
Switching scenes and getting that bread with ease
When they let Otto out the box, but I come get him with a red key
And comfortable as red seats, two hundred on this Cherokee
Since them bitches know I'm jammin', I fuck with them Kel-Tec
Louis bag up on the chop, that's a designer shell catch
Hood **** parked the Lambo, jumped up in that Hellcat
With them killers, I'm back in that mode, they thought I fell back
Stunt on that business shit, truth be told, I'm the real threat
When it's 'bout business, got her talking code, don't know if he a rat
Up in the trenches, I stood ten toes, that's a real fact
I'm independent, but my paper long, so I can live with that
Not to mention, I got ice and my shit hittin'
Off the price, don't know what's different
I up my pipe, you know I'm blicking
Take his life, say something about tiffin'
I got the type that you be trippin'
And I don't fuck with bitches I know triflin', ain't no kissing
I got six up on the four, I roll the dice, I bet I hit it
On the six up on the four, out every night with killers chilling
I had switches on my pole before the hype, my shit was glitching
With a whip and over the store, fucking the night just for them chickens
I just talked to Walker Ducky, say them turkeys coming in
Another rapper shit got took 'cause he thought Fono was his friend
I want five K for a hook, but for a verse, I get a ten
Fuck the valet, when I pull up to the curb and park the Benz
I need my shit at the door
Just be on point to let me in, and bring out all the pole
I like hood bitches from the go
And she ain't gotta be a ten, but just make sure that she close
Keep gripping on my pants, baby, you so bold
I catch you slipping, that's the end, then I'ma go gold
I can't bend another fold
They killed this menzie up in Broke
Stunting like my mama 'cause I never met my daddy
He the reason I told myself that I won't be a deadbeat
Screaming, "Fuck the opps" every block, them **** scared of me
We gon' get that top, make sure it pop, then watch your head bleed
Can you use your head, please?
You could think that you ahead of me, but on way off five
Switching scenes and getting that bread with ease
When they let Otto out the box, but I come get him with a red key
And comfortable as red seats, two hundred on this Cherokee
Written by: Marleak Ousley

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