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[Intro] Rafael and RJ too, good lookin cuz I got a little story to kick on this one Ghost style [Verse 1] So Authentic Sitting in a bullshit apartment that is rented and my soul's tormented A big pile of coke, a grimy ass bitch I don't trust for a minute cuz her nose all in it The shit's still for sell though, my man went to jail though Left fifty birds,10 guns,weed and a scale yo She hit me on my jack right I was in the lab blowin' Ackright In the booth tryna get my stacks right She said come through, cuz dinner lookin' mad nice She went to Shop-Rite and got the chicken for the half price I'm like this bitch don't cook, and me and her don't eat So I know she sweet Yeah her man went to jail I know he up shits creak She got keys in the crib I'll get them off this week So I hopped in the truck yo, blowin on the dutch yo I know I shouldn't do it but I dont give a fuck though [Hook x2] If you fuck with a murda mommy SongtexteYou gon' fuck around and have to murder mommy I'll do her greasy like I never heard of mommy Glade big poppa you deal with a murder mommy [Verse 2] She said they 12.5 I got 125 on me, I could buy 10 break em' down let em' dive on me 250 can get me twenty though Shit ain't lookin funny though, nigga need money though Half a million can get me forty Me and my little shorty can kick it like Barry Gordy Soon as I thought I heard a knock at the door Pause, heard a lap cock at the door That sounds like a Colt .45 Government issued, I'm thinking that I don't wanna die My shit was on my side, pulled it out hit her in the eye Gun buck, the dumb slut wanna die(bitch) Door flew in, so did the mass dudes Cash rules, fuck that we all gon' blast tools They hit, she hit, I'm good some g shit Left with the cash in the coat that's P shit [Hook x4] If you fuck with a murda mommy You gon' fuck around and have to murder mommy I'll do her greasy like I never heard of mommy Glade big poppa you deal with a murder mommy Aus Songtexte Mania