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swear on my mama - young greatness lyrics

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[intro]
brand new [?]
2016 joint
you see the pipes on that motherf-cker
got a hundred bands on the front seat

[hook]
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i’m trying to k!ll this
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i’m trying to k!ll this n-ggas

[verse 1]
i done grind all day to pay my light bill
these n-ggas fake sippin lean they sippin nyquil
i’m talking rolly wrist [?] cocaine
serving all the main mains
got the streets on straight flames
my father died and now he let the pain go
my momma cried cause she ain’t see the rainbow
i drive the rolls and raines with the windows down
none of these n-ggas will listen but they hear me now
this that trap or die sh-t i’m talking [?]
i ain’t letting another slide am talking bird season
where your curb at i’ll put a foreign there
and the p-ssenger i’ll put a hoe in there
and that n-gga that owe me some gone pay
and that n-gga that owe me some gone pay

[hook]
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i’m trying to k!ll this
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i’m trying to k!ll this n-ggas

[verse 2]
deep in the ghetto i make them feel my pain
what you know about the [?] on them long nights
what you know about that struggle sh-t that muscle sh-t
trying to hit a l!ck and your best friend in a casket
and his momma crying they done k!ll her son on valentine
no sunshine gotta stay strapped like velcro
this that row for you f-ck n-ggas never trust n-ggas
let em empty out on your bus n-gga
i been on my hustle sh-t
you been looking like a criplet
first round your the draft pick
new orleans n-gga so flashy
[?] with p-ssion
copp the coupe might crash it
my momma raised her a savage
somebody please go and talk to these n-ggas
cause they triipin

[hook]
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i’m trying to k!ll this
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i swear on my mama
i’m trying to k!ll this n-ggas

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