Aint shit given
Sacrafices must be made
Sun hit the angle in the shade
Illuminate the anger in the way
Im in my bag and aint go wait another day
Boss man
Decisions must be made
Im nothing less, than a tiger out the cage
This the drop it home to the village where my grandparents stay
Full steam ahead move bitch get out the way
Dont you hear the mother f*cking bass
Dont care if this aint your f*cking taste
Got a big ass dick for your hating ass to chase
The world is mines and imma take it by the case
Grind like gears for years and I aint looking for a break
Mami call me flaco and a whole f*cking steak
Damn, theres go be so much ass at my wake
Damn my nigga you go have to wait
Imma get there when heavenly mother say
Mother, It is I your favorite son
Ive been trying so hard to keep my hands off of nones
Tried my best to inspire the young
Regulated my temper
Kept the hand up off the gun
Feeling possessive, coming back for what was taken for granted
Once deprived of love
Im talking bout the world
Im taking back the world
Aint been the type of nigga that would meet a standard
Blasting master of reality by black sabbath
Hip hop punk nigga get f*cked up getting hammered
Make it easy for my love ones to channel
Than i lay the anvil and do the damage
West coast tunes reserved for a f*cking savage
Rap niggas is bunny fiending for them f*cking carrots
I see your success is short lived like im reading tarot
Could never fade to black cause I would never blend in
Leaving with mami cause she looking kinda tempting
Sexy as f*ck and she got all of the fixings
Getting top at the bottom making use of window tinting
Before we hit the stairs and begin our ascendance
Any weapon formed against him shall perish
Been the same through all these years
Been the same through all these tears
Funny how my success is blowing up they fears
Mother, It is I your favorite son
Ive been trying so hard to keep my hands off of nones
Tried my best to inspire the young
Regulated my temper
Kept the hand up off the gun
Feeling possessive, coming back for what was taken for granted
Once deprived of love
Im talking bout the world
Im taking back the world
The Corna Sto - Momma's Boy Lyrics
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Aint shit given
Sacrafices must be made
Sun hit the angle in the shade
Illuminate the anger in the way
Im in my bag and aint go wait another day
Boss man
Decisions must be made
Im nothing less, than a tiger out the cage
This the drop it home to the village where my grandparents stay
Full steam ahead move bitch get out the way
Dont you hear the mother f*cking bass
Dont care if this aint your f*cking taste
Got a big ass dick for your hating ass to chase
The world is mines and imma take it by the case
Grind like gears for years and I aint looking for a break
Mami call me flaco and a whole f*cking steak
Damn, theres go be so much ass at my wake
Damn my nigga you go have to wait
Imma get there when heavenly mother say
Mother, It is I your favorite son
Ive been trying so hard to keep my hands off of nones
Tried my best to inspire the young
Regulated my temper
Kept the hand up off the gun
Feeling possessive, coming back for what was taken for granted
Once deprived of love
Im talking bout the world
Im taking back the world
Aint been the type of nigga that would meet a standard
Blasting master of reality by black sabbath
Hip hop punk nigga get f*cked up getting hammered
Make it easy for my love ones to channel
Than i lay the anvil and do the damage
West coast tunes reserved for a f*cking savage
Rap niggas is bunny fiending for them f*cking carrots
I see your success is short lived like im reading tarot
Could never fade to black cause I would never blend in
Leaving with mami cause she looking kinda tempting
Sexy as f*ck and she got all of the fixings
Getting top at the bottom making use of window tinting
Before we hit the stairs and begin our ascendance
Any weapon formed against him shall perish
Been the same through all these years
Been the same through all these tears
Funny how my success is blowing up they fears
Mother, It is I your favorite son
Ive been trying so hard to keep my hands off of nones
Tried my best to inspire the young
Regulated my temper
Kept the hand up off the gun
Feeling possessive, coming back for what was taken for granted
Once deprived of love
Im talking bout the world
Im taking back the world
Sacrafices must be made
Sun hit the angle in the shade
Illuminate the anger in the way
Im in my bag and aint go wait another day
Boss man
Decisions must be made
Im nothing less, than a tiger out the cage
This the drop it home to the village where my grandparents stay
Full steam ahead move bitch get out the way
Dont you hear the mother f*cking bass
Dont care if this aint your f*cking taste
Got a big ass dick for your hating ass to chase
The world is mines and imma take it by the case
Grind like gears for years and I aint looking for a break
Mami call me flaco and a whole f*cking steak
Damn, theres go be so much ass at my wake
Damn my nigga you go have to wait
Imma get there when heavenly mother say
Mother, It is I your favorite son
Ive been trying so hard to keep my hands off of nones
Tried my best to inspire the young
Regulated my temper
Kept the hand up off the gun
Feeling possessive, coming back for what was taken for granted
Once deprived of love
Im talking bout the world
Im taking back the world
Aint been the type of nigga that would meet a standard
Blasting master of reality by black sabbath
Hip hop punk nigga get f*cked up getting hammered
Make it easy for my love ones to channel
Than i lay the anvil and do the damage
West coast tunes reserved for a f*cking savage
Rap niggas is bunny fiending for them f*cking carrots
I see your success is short lived like im reading tarot
Could never fade to black cause I would never blend in
Leaving with mami cause she looking kinda tempting
Sexy as f*ck and she got all of the fixings
Getting top at the bottom making use of window tinting
Before we hit the stairs and begin our ascendance
Any weapon formed against him shall perish
Been the same through all these years
Been the same through all these tears
Funny how my success is blowing up they fears
Mother, It is I your favorite son
Ive been trying so hard to keep my hands off of nones
Tried my best to inspire the young
Regulated my temper
Kept the hand up off the gun
Feeling possessive, coming back for what was taken for granted
Once deprived of love
Im talking bout the world
Im taking back the world
Writer: The Corna Sto
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