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Mama Frown Video (MV)




Performed By: Luh4
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: J Russell




Luh4 - Mama Frown Lyrics
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I don't give a f*ck what a nigga sayin', what a nigga got planned
We still on that same shit, still on that same block
With them same members, with them same guys, nigga
With them motherf*ckin' choppers out, yeah
We doin' it just like this here, on my brother
Yeah, give a f*ck about what you sayin', make me bring them f*ckin' choppers out
Lately, I been chasin' money, tryna take a different route
Niggas know what's good, they better take the safer route
And I know them members with me, I ain't never got no doubt
I feel like Dolph up in this bitch, you know I took the paper route
We steady spinnin' on your block, we better not catch a nigga hangin' out
With Timmy, it's no question, you know he gon' really bang it out
Rest In Peace up to my brother, hood legend, he ain't make it out
I ain't been to sleep, I been up for three days now
Rollin' off a jigga, I can't even f*ckin' lay down
Know I like to beat it up, ass up, face down
Put that bitch up in the grave since she wanna play now
Go and ask your partna how that motherf*ckin' K sound
The way we swingin' dracs, you would think it was a play ground
Ya'll can clique up all y'all want, that's on my brother, we ain't standin' down
Heard it's on my head, so I went and got a hunnid rounds
Know I like to crash when them dummies 'round
762 green tips, these ain't dummy rounds
Lost a piece of me when I see my brother in that ground
Stand on all 10, you know I'ma hold my ground
Put a bullet in his smile just to see his momma frown
Put a bullet in his smile just to see his momma frown
Put a bullet in his smile just to see his momma frown
I got some niggas with me, we gon' spin
I ain't even gotta say a word
Pull up on that bitch and leave his shit up on the curb
Niggas talkin' gangsta, all that shit is for the birds
If I gotta say it again, nigga, f*ck what you heard
And we ain't sendin' dissess, we tryna leave a nigga missin'
I can teach you how to spin if you shut up and you listen
F*ckin' with the opps, we gon' put you with the fishes
Internet thuggin' niggas, steady sendin' disses, they ain't spinnin'
Rock out with my guitar, I ain't talkin' Jimi Hendrix
Shoot the bitch up off in traffic, tryna knock out his engine
You would think I work for Tyson, how I'm flippin' all these chickens
I'm condoning all that violence, bitch, don't put me in your mentions
You would think I run a kennel, how I'm runnin' all these bitches
If the police come and get me, lock me up, cause I ain't snitchin'
Pop out do a drill, bet I don't leave no f*ckin' witness
And y'all niggas ain't no killers, whole team full of snitches
Go and ask your partna how that motherf*ckin' K sound
The way we swingin' dracs, you would think it was a play ground
Ya'll can clique up all y'all want, that's on my brother, we ain't standin' down
Heard it's on my head, so I went and got a hunnid rounds
Know I like to crash when them dummies 'round
762 green tips, these ain't dummy rounds
Lost a piece of me when I see my brother in that ground
Stand on all 10, you know I'ma hold my ground
Put a bullet in his smile just to see his momma frown
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I don't give a f*ck what a nigga sayin', what a nigga got planned
We still on that same shit, still on that same block
With them same members, with them same guys, nigga
With them motherf*ckin' choppers out, yeah
We doin' it just like this here, on my brother
Yeah, give a f*ck about what you sayin', make me bring them f*ckin' choppers out
Lately, I been chasin' money, tryna take a different route
Niggas know what's good, they better take the safer route
And I know them members with me, I ain't never got no doubt
I feel like Dolph up in this bitch, you know I took the paper route
We steady spinnin' on your block, we better not catch a nigga hangin' out
With Timmy, it's no question, you know he gon' really bang it out
Rest In Peace up to my brother, hood legend, he ain't make it out
I ain't been to sleep, I been up for three days now
Rollin' off a jigga, I can't even f*ckin' lay down
Know I like to beat it up, ass up, face down
Put that bitch up in the grave since she wanna play now
Go and ask your partna how that motherf*ckin' K sound
The way we swingin' dracs, you would think it was a play ground
Ya'll can clique up all y'all want, that's on my brother, we ain't standin' down
Heard it's on my head, so I went and got a hunnid rounds
Know I like to crash when them dummies 'round
762 green tips, these ain't dummy rounds
Lost a piece of me when I see my brother in that ground
Stand on all 10, you know I'ma hold my ground
Put a bullet in his smile just to see his momma frown
Put a bullet in his smile just to see his momma frown
Put a bullet in his smile just to see his momma frown
I got some niggas with me, we gon' spin
I ain't even gotta say a word
Pull up on that bitch and leave his shit up on the curb
Niggas talkin' gangsta, all that shit is for the birds
If I gotta say it again, nigga, f*ck what you heard
And we ain't sendin' dissess, we tryna leave a nigga missin'
I can teach you how to spin if you shut up and you listen
F*ckin' with the opps, we gon' put you with the fishes
Internet thuggin' niggas, steady sendin' disses, they ain't spinnin'
Rock out with my guitar, I ain't talkin' Jimi Hendrix
Shoot the bitch up off in traffic, tryna knock out his engine
You would think I work for Tyson, how I'm flippin' all these chickens
I'm condoning all that violence, bitch, don't put me in your mentions
You would think I run a kennel, how I'm runnin' all these bitches
If the police come and get me, lock me up, cause I ain't snitchin'
Pop out do a drill, bet I don't leave no f*ckin' witness
And y'all niggas ain't no killers, whole team full of snitches
Go and ask your partna how that motherf*ckin' K sound
The way we swingin' dracs, you would think it was a play ground
Ya'll can clique up all y'all want, that's on my brother, we ain't standin' down
Heard it's on my head, so I went and got a hunnid rounds
Know I like to crash when them dummies 'round
762 green tips, these ain't dummy rounds
Lost a piece of me when I see my brother in that ground
Stand on all 10, you know I'ma hold my ground
Put a bullet in his smile just to see his momma frown
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Writer: J Russell
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