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mama said - chuckyy lyrics

[intro: chuckyy]
young as h*ll, rich as h*ll, i f*ckin’ made it
d*gg*n’ this srt, srt, still rich and thuggin’, you know? (ayy, ronny)

[chorus: chuckyy]
mama say, “what you gon’ do, son? you growin’ up quick, what you gon’ do with your life?”
three dracs in the car, two switches on me, with two crash outs, put a n*gga through it tonight (rrah, rrah)
uh, super tough in the bity, thinkin’ he super cool, don’t know what happened, dude dead on the bike
uh, ain’t n0body ever told me chuckyy get off, every time, i’ma do it on site

[verse 1: chuckyy]
uh, smokin’ on a new opp, it’s pressure, uh, man down, face shot, we stretched him (rrah, rrah)
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i get a letter (you know that), even after, the check gettin’ bigger
first rap chеck had me like, “holy f*ck” (f*ck), i keep stuffin’ my pockets with chеddar (with cheddar)
get your b*tch, she tryna come suck or f*ck, how i’m feelin’, i might just let her (just let her)
uh, n*ggas get that money, cash out on j or cashed out on a whip (skrrt)
uh, n*ggas stumblin’ and runnin’ and sh*t, five, four, three, two, one, my n*ggas bl!ck (brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
2020, it’s hot outside, for the gen, i was runnin’ in a n*gga sh*t
uh, 2019, crim’ sh*t, gettin’ that bath, had blood all on my kicks

[verse 2: ytb fatt]
brodie had blood all on his clips, on top of her, blood on my b*tch
when i got shot, it was up, every n*gga that loved me had blood on they stick
foxes only, grinded so hard for this sh*t, i ain’t have time to quit
your house don’t equal my jewelry kit, last n*gga dissed, his sh*t get stripped, b*tt*ass n*gga
stayed down for this sh*t so long, they put me in the game, hit the buzzer beater
ferrari scr*pin’ the ground, me and speak honk the h*rn at all the eaters
they ain’t see me goin’ this far ’til i made billboards in new york city
i was the odd ball, [?] come to hear me ‘fore they pray to jesus
i was on that drank bad, they thought it was legal
every fox i run with wanna whack justin bieber
i buy pints of b*tter, he ain’t got ’em, leave ’em
i’ll sip green ‘fore i pour up t
my big brother back home, i gave him some racks in mass and chain, say, “keep it”
i done really seen n*ggas die on that cement
if they really want you, they’ll come and eat you
control this sh*t on your head, tss, was in that hospital bed
my young n*ggas went fed, dq went from shackles to baguettes
uh, tss, tss, tss, uh
[chorus: chuckyy]
mama say, “what you gon’ do, son? you growin’ up quick, what you gon’ do with your life?”
three dracs in the car, two switches on me, with two crash outs, put a n*gga through it tonight (rrah, rrah)
uh, super tough in the bity, thinkin’ he super cool, don’t know what happened, dude dead on the bike
uh, ain’t n0body ever told me chuckyy get off, every time, i’ma do it on site (ayy, ronny)

[outro: chuckyy]
rrah, rrah, you know that
f*ck, uh, cheddar

- chuckyy lyrics

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