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Yg Teck - Big Momma(Birthday) Freestyle Lyrics



Yg Teck - Big Momma(Birthday) Freestyle Lyrics
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Yes
Yuh!
My shit right here, you heard me say you heard me
My bitch real, she like "F*ck the lies"
She ain't worried 'bout them other guys
You can't really tell me otherwise
Goyard bag and another watch (Yes)
I wan' know why you fell for me
Fenty on you, it's the smell for me (I like it)
14th floor at the Faena, let me crush right up on the balcony
You the one I have fun with
Fifth of Don, on that one tip
You the bitch I'm goin' come back to every time I say I'm done with it
The one I got to love carefully
F*ck the money, really care for me
I ain't even get to call home, when you got the call, paid the bail for me
Love your ass in the worst way
My gangsta bitch she in first place
Put up with all of my drama for real so this what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
Haaah (Yuh!)
My bitch just like me, she like "F*ck the other side"
First I went and bought it plain for you, time to flood it now (Bricky!)
You 'ont like to work the wheel but my baby love to ride
Trap nigga, first one to let you count 100 thou (HA!)
China, Bali or SoHo
Or out in Houston at the Post Oak
She gon' send me all the pictures, see the ones I like before she even go post
She the type you don't pass up
Help you get your own cash up (Yeah)
How the f*ck I'm still stuck with you? You was posed to just be a fast f*ck
My favorite bitch she in first place
Put up with all of my drama for real so this what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
Haaah
Chanel bags on top of Louis and I bussed her down
Twenty-ball that was easy money I ain't f*cking round
I don't care who was talking heavy, tell 'em up it now (Ha)
So much fake shit, get a real bitch you gots to love her down
Yes
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Yes
Yuh!
My shit right here, you heard me say you heard me
My bitch real, she like "F*ck the lies"
She ain't worried 'bout them other guys
You can't really tell me otherwise
Goyard bag and another watch (Yes)
I wan' know why you fell for me
Fenty on you, it's the smell for me (I like it)
14th floor at the Faena, let me crush right up on the balcony
You the one I have fun with
Fifth of Don, on that one tip
You the bitch I'm goin' come back to every time I say I'm done with it
The one I got to love carefully
F*ck the money, really care for me
I ain't even get to call home, when you got the call, paid the bail for me
Love your ass in the worst way
My gangsta bitch she in first place
Put up with all of my drama for real so this what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
Haaah (Yuh!)
My bitch just like me, she like "F*ck the other side"
First I went and bought it plain for you, time to flood it now (Bricky!)
You 'ont like to work the wheel but my baby love to ride
Trap nigga, first one to let you count 100 thou (HA!)
China, Bali or SoHo
Or out in Houston at the Post Oak
She gon' send me all the pictures, see the ones I like before she even go post
She the type you don't pass up
Help you get your own cash up (Yeah)
How the f*ck I'm still stuck with you? You was posed to just be a fast f*ck
My favorite bitch she in first place
Put up with all of my drama for real so this what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
This what I did for your birthday
Haaah
Chanel bags on top of Louis and I bussed her down
Twenty-ball that was easy money I ain't f*cking round
I don't care who was talking heavy, tell 'em up it now (Ha)
So much fake shit, get a real bitch you gots to love her down
Yes
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Yg Teck - Big Momma(Birthday) Freestyle Video
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Performed By: Yg Teck
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Yg Teck

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