Swag, on point
My swag be on point
Bih yuh
My swag be on point
Your swag be a no no
My swag be on go
Your swag be a f*ck no
My swag like a clean bitch
Yours a dirty hoe
Rackades in my jeans bitch
I can't fold no more
I got racks, hella cash
Blowin' down the za with Chaz
I can't caught gotta put on my mask
Done done deal, finish the task
Done done deal, finish the job
Rich off the rap shit, blow like a bomb
Shoutout Osamason
Really, my momma son
Okay, I'm done
I gotta be number one
Really do this shit for fun
Fun gettin the green bean
She let me touch, but don't f*ck
Why she tease me
She wanna please me
Soon as she see me
I got a green dot
Beam beaming
Yuh talk, I don't give no answer
Broddie lost his favorite person
So it's f*ck cancer
Baby, can't you see I'm callin'
Can you please answer
When I put that ski on
Got me feelin' like a panther
O.C.M. the anthem
I'm my momma son
Big ass chop make his ass run
Yeah, I gotta bring that gun
Nigga, you know you my son
Bitch, said that I'm 1 of 1
I know she just want my money
Y'all niggas be some jokes
Only thing is, y'all not funny
I'm sad , it's cool
But been gettin' all the money
I'm a bad dude
I been scammin' all the junkies
Big ass Glock we gon' put him to sleep
F*ckin' his hoe in the black sheet
I gotta bring my mac piece
Oh no, don't want that bitch see that
My swag be on point
Your swag be a no no
My swag be on go
Your swag be a f*ck, no
My swag like a clean bitch
Yours a dirty hoe
Rackades in my jeans
Bitch, I can't fold no more
Luhe - Momma son Lyrics
Luhe - Momma son Lyrics
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Swag, on point
My swag be on point
Bih yuh
My swag be on point
Your swag be a no no
My swag be on go
Your swag be a f*ck no
My swag like a clean bitch
Yours a dirty hoe
Rackades in my jeans bitch
I can't fold no more
I got racks, hella cash
Blowin' down the za with Chaz
I can't caught gotta put on my mask
Done done deal, finish the task
Done done deal, finish the job
Rich off the rap shit, blow like a bomb
Shoutout Osamason
Really, my momma son
Okay, I'm done
I gotta be number one
Really do this shit for fun
Fun gettin the green bean
She let me touch, but don't f*ck
Why she tease me
She wanna please me
Soon as she see me
I got a green dot
Beam beaming
Yuh talk, I don't give no answer
Broddie lost his favorite person
So it's f*ck cancer
Baby, can't you see I'm callin'
Can you please answer
When I put that ski on
Got me feelin' like a panther
O.C.M. the anthem
I'm my momma son
Big ass chop make his ass run
Yeah, I gotta bring that gun
Nigga, you know you my son
Bitch, said that I'm 1 of 1
I know she just want my money
Y'all niggas be some jokes
Only thing is, y'all not funny
I'm sad , it's cool
But been gettin' all the money
I'm a bad dude
I been scammin' all the junkies
Big ass Glock we gon' put him to sleep
F*ckin' his hoe in the black sheet
I gotta bring my mac piece
Oh no, don't want that bitch see that
My swag be on point
Your swag be a no no
My swag be on go
Your swag be a f*ck, no
My swag like a clean bitch
Yours a dirty hoe
Rackades in my jeans
Bitch, I can't fold no more
My swag be on point
Bih yuh
My swag be on point
Your swag be a no no
My swag be on go
Your swag be a f*ck no
My swag like a clean bitch
Yours a dirty hoe
Rackades in my jeans bitch
I can't fold no more
I got racks, hella cash
Blowin' down the za with Chaz
I can't caught gotta put on my mask
Done done deal, finish the task
Done done deal, finish the job
Rich off the rap shit, blow like a bomb
Shoutout Osamason
Really, my momma son
Okay, I'm done
I gotta be number one
Really do this shit for fun
Fun gettin the green bean
She let me touch, but don't f*ck
Why she tease me
She wanna please me
Soon as she see me
I got a green dot
Beam beaming
Yuh talk, I don't give no answer
Broddie lost his favorite person
So it's f*ck cancer
Baby, can't you see I'm callin'
Can you please answer
When I put that ski on
Got me feelin' like a panther
O.C.M. the anthem
I'm my momma son
Big ass chop make his ass run
Yeah, I gotta bring that gun
Nigga, you know you my son
Bitch, said that I'm 1 of 1
I know she just want my money
Y'all niggas be some jokes
Only thing is, y'all not funny
I'm sad , it's cool
But been gettin' all the money
I'm a bad dude
I been scammin' all the junkies
Big ass Glock we gon' put him to sleep
F*ckin' his hoe in the black sheet
I gotta bring my mac piece
Oh no, don't want that bitch see that
My swag be on point
Your swag be a no no
My swag be on go
Your swag be a f*ck, no
My swag like a clean bitch
Yours a dirty hoe
Rackades in my jeans
Bitch, I can't fold no more
Writer: Luh E
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