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Que Flee - Mama House Freestyle Lyrics



Que Flee - Mama House Freestyle Lyrics




And I don't know what to talk about
I'm getting money but I still live at my mama house
And I keep it real cause there's nothing ever really to cap about it
Respect and loyalty and love that's what I'm all about
My nigga Sav told me "don't worry boy you cut from a different cloth"
And if niggas don't respect well my nigga that's they loss
Everybody wanna be the boss but don't know how to be the boss
And I charged him Eighty-Four for two plates
Nigga that's Randy Moss yea

And I'm bout to take my talents ta down south
I bagged this bad lul bitch she worked at Waffle House
And she older lul bitch she taught me ta walk it out
And I've been declining all these calls don't know what to talk about
You niggas following the GPS man i took a different route
Took the Niney-Fiveto DC man I gotta re up now
Got a bad bitch from town
She gon suck me up and down
Deep dived in the pussy I done f*cked around and drowned
Yea
You niggas don't know Watchu talkin bout
And we been havin all the shit you just been learning about
She looked at you then looked at me and saw the Difference now
And this is not up for debate you niggas really clowns
Buck-Fifty upside down so now all you do is really frown
Stone Cold Steve Flee nigga I just need my crown
And I'm really from the city bitch I'm really from the town
I'ma really put on im gon really hold it down
Yea
And different flavors like my fitteds
Your girlfriend giving me money and I ain't even hit it
I slid her in DMs and my nigga she was wit it
I thought to myself aint this his bitch but ain't my business
It's Just to show you how I'm living
I just been dealing with the cards that I was given
You niggas not in my league you not in my division
And I'm bout to move to Tampa cuz I wanna keep winning
You niggas don't know Watchu talkin bout
Big steppas over here y'all better go walk it out
And my pistol do the talking
There's nothing to talk about
And I kept the lock up on the vault
I'm boutta pop it now yea

And I don't know what to talk about
I'm getting money but I still live at my mama house
And I keep it real cause there's nothing ever really to cap about it
Respect and loyalty and love that's what I'm all about
My nigga Sav told me "don't worry boy you cut from a different cloth"
And if niggas don't respect well my nigga that's they loss
Everybody wanna be the boss but don't know how to be the boss
And I charged him Eighty-Four for two plates
Nigga that's Randy Moss yea
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And I don't know what to talk about
I'm getting money but I still live at my mama house
And I keep it real cause there's nothing ever really to cap about it
Respect and loyalty and love that's what I'm all about
My nigga Sav told me "don't worry boy you cut from a different cloth"
And if niggas don't respect well my nigga that's they loss
Everybody wanna be the boss but don't know how to be the boss
And I charged him Eighty-Four for two plates
Nigga that's Randy Moss yea

And I'm bout to take my talents ta down south
I bagged this bad lul bitch she worked at Waffle House
And she older lul bitch she taught me ta walk it out
And I've been declining all these calls don't know what to talk about
You niggas following the GPS man i took a different route
Took the Niney-Fiveto DC man I gotta re up now
Got a bad bitch from town
She gon suck me up and down
Deep dived in the pussy I done f*cked around and drowned
Yea
You niggas don't know Watchu talkin bout
And we been havin all the shit you just been learning about
She looked at you then looked at me and saw the Difference now
And this is not up for debate you niggas really clowns
Buck-Fifty upside down so now all you do is really frown
Stone Cold Steve Flee nigga I just need my crown
And I'm really from the city bitch I'm really from the town
I'ma really put on im gon really hold it down
Yea
And different flavors like my fitteds
Your girlfriend giving me money and I ain't even hit it
I slid her in DMs and my nigga she was wit it
I thought to myself aint this his bitch but ain't my business
It's Just to show you how I'm living
I just been dealing with the cards that I was given
You niggas not in my league you not in my division
And I'm bout to move to Tampa cuz I wanna keep winning
You niggas don't know Watchu talkin bout
Big steppas over here y'all better go walk it out
And my pistol do the talking
There's nothing to talk about
And I kept the lock up on the vault
I'm boutta pop it now yea

And I don't know what to talk about
I'm getting money but I still live at my mama house
And I keep it real cause there's nothing ever really to cap about it
Respect and loyalty and love that's what I'm all about
My nigga Sav told me "don't worry boy you cut from a different cloth"
And if niggas don't respect well my nigga that's they loss
Everybody wanna be the boss but don't know how to be the boss
And I charged him Eighty-Four for two plates
Nigga that's Randy Moss yea
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Writer: Marquis Powell
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Performed By: Que Flee
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Marquis Powell

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