HAPPYMOTHERSDAY Lyrics – Luci4
Singer: Luci4
Title: HAPPYMOTHERSDAY
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
[?
You always talking sh#t
Extended mag Imma empty the clip
Won’t step out the car
But goin shoot out the whip
You tough on they net
You look like a damn b#tch
[?] f#ck all the ops and that’s is
He talking [?] till we pull out the sticks
n#gg#s said free [?
Move too fast and this sh#t knock out this wood
Imma go on the run the [?] tryna book me
And I’m sitting on all the hoes that over looked me
[?] it though
Boy the Glock got my pants low
You hating on me
n#gg# go get yo bands up
I’m spinnin the truck
Hold that boy for ransom
b#tch wanna f#ck
She said that I’m handsome
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[?
My bad sh#t can get cold
I’m with yo b#tch
Stop worrying you not
[?] she innocent
She is a thot
Gave that b#tch ecstasy
[?] cut off
b#tch tried to play me
I gave her thе talk
I already know when I pick up the phonе
Sella talk crazy
We went to his home
He tried to fight me
I picked out his bones
n#gg#s [?] touching me
I’m bout my own
I pull up 50 put three in his dome
He said outside
Then that house going get [?
Pistol upside his head like a comb
Hollow tips in him his mouth finna foam
His momma crying like baby come home
I’m getting money
Do you need a loan
I’m in the whip and I’m sitting on chrome
b#tch
Ahhhhhhh
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
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HAPPYMOTHERSDAY – English Translation
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
[?
You always talking sh#t
Extended mag Imma empty the clip
Won’t step out the car
But goin shoot out the whip
You tough on they net
You look like a damn b#tch
[?] f#ck all the ops and that’s is
He talking [?] till we pull out the sticks
n#gg#s said free [?
Move too fast and this sh#t knock out this wood
Imma go on the run the [?] tryna book me
And I’m sitting on all the hoes that over looked me
[?] it though
Boy the Glock got my pants low
You hating on me
n#gg# go get yo bands up
I’m spinnin the truck
Hold that boy for ransom
b#tch wanna f#ck
She said that I’m handsome
Ya ya ya
[?
My bad sh#t can get cold
I’m with yo b#tch
Stop worrying you not
[?] she innocent
She is a thot
Gave that b#tch ecstasy
[?] memotong
b#tch tried to play me
I gave her thе talk
I already know when I pick up the phonе
Sella talk crazy
We went to his home
He tried to fight me
I picked out his bones
n#gg#s [?] touching me
I’m bout my own
I pull up 50 put three in his dome
He said outside
Then that house going get [?
Pistol upside his head like a comb
Hollow tips in him his mouth finna foam
His momma crying like baby come home
I’m getting money
Do you need a loan
I’m in the whip and I’m sitting on chrome
Menggerutu
Ahhhhhhh
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
Lyrics Luci4 – HAPPYMOTHERSDAY
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