Lyrics For Mama Right By Ginger Trill Ft K-Tasso
verse 1
I know they got word we’re still moving the product
I never ran off on a plug and that’s word to my mama
A fuck nigga broke if you promise
It’s not that surprising, no fuck niggas move with no honour
I got it from here
Promise, I promise I do this shit
I promise can’t nobody stop us
Dopest out the province, oh they forgot it
No, ’cause I remind ’em
I’m just being modest
Never outta pocket
Yeah I’m ’bout it, ’bout it
Never ever doubt it
Money where your mouth
Hope is where your wallet
Verses should be worth a couple hunnid thousand
Different kind of floss
Hop a thousand isands, different kind of sauce
Traveling allowance, different kind of sport
Do it for the baby, love my little baby
Gotta do it for the family
Never gave a fuck about no grammy
No they was never checking for no African
Do this to keep a promise to my granny
Even the SAMAs didn’t check for me
Nobody checking ’til the cheque is deep
You knonw once I get it I might let them see
But father forgive me, I might let it be
I’mma let them sleep
bridge
What you know about getting rich
While you’re sitting on the block
What you know about grinding hard
When your boss sitting on a yacht
What you know about losing work
When your ass sitting on a bill
What you know about standing corners
When your plug’s living in the hills
hook
Had to make sure that my mama right
Had to make sure that I get the bread
Had to make sure that the gang’s tight
had to make sure that my baby fed
Had to make sure that my mama right
Had to make sure that I get the bread
Had to make sure that the gang’s tight
had to make sure that my baby fed
verse 2
I know they got word we’re still moving the dough
I never gave up on the trapping
That’s word to my O.G
I’m not that surprised that you know me
The fiends really loving the packs
‘Cause they’re fatter than Stogie
These bands got me feeling like Chapo
Can’t do the club with a stick
So we stab with a bottle
Trappin’ lowkey is the motto
Y’all need to check your bravado
My life like a season in Narcos
I’m hugging the semis
All for the Benjys and Pennies
All for the Beamers and Bentleys
I love the moola
I pass the band to my shooter
Y’all need to watch your medulla
Oblongata, gotta load the chopper
And it’s pretty major watching Ragga Ragga
Rentse dutse corner, re di bala
Gwala, smoking pretty flower tsa mebala-bala
I need the gang by my side
We always catching a vibe
Y’all need to snap when we’re live
Y’all better jump when we ride
Through all the storms, we don’t shake
We don’t reply to the hate
I send the shooter location
Y’all don’t get a slice when we cake
bridge
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