Lyrics Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina

Mother

Mother of god

If you know me.

You know I never liked the job

Hustle like rock, split keys from a pot

Outstanding demanding. nigga deaths' a reality

Brainwashed brainwaves and money mentality

? arido? python in a marathon of motherfuckin demos

Fuck white limos I'm dippin' buckets and rentals

Accidental I? scall just one inch paper scam?

If I don't explain to me why I'm in your program

Swingin like a golfer or better yet a batter

Mad like a hatter, react like a badger

My first step over crossover remains just the same

So my formula on lockdown is motherfuckin game out frame

Da picture perfect bulldog glance, weird like a ming

FUCK PORKY PIG, remain like a tattoo on you and your crew

The things that I do, if mother only knew

Shit, Mother

Raised on chicken and watermelon

Catfish and snappers

Godfearing nigga under pressured gat clappers

Sportin' timbos smokin endo

Hanging out of my mazda rx-7 window, Fuck you!

Shit...

Heart poundin, don't nobody give a fuck about you bitch

Some mornings I sit eatin' bacon eggs and grits

Like a bee without honey, a tycoon without money

A rainy day that ain't sunny. A Joke that ain't funny!

Cocain deals. they shoot to kill, real motherfuckers...

Crack raider cluckers tommy tucker cluckers

Chewy smoker conisourres who wear beanies in da heat

I'll mannerd motherfuckers with da buck in da beat

Lips numb, ready to shoot a dick full of cum

Sticky but yet picky, chewin spearmint gum. shit, mother

Stingy as a motherfucker don't ask me for shit

And even when I'm broke bitch my mindstate is rich

Because no doubt, no doubt I'm gonna have gear

Spin the same lane in a differnt motherfucking viggeree?