Summrs, TyFontaine - MOTHER OF MY KIDS lyrics

Ooh, I'm flying off of this RP
Ooh, I'm dying, no you can't catch me
(You slayed this one) woah, yeah
Ooh, I'm dying

I just ran through twenty racks and
I spent it all on Tris
If a nigga shoot, we can shoot back
I don't give a fuck who you is
That cutter'll knock off your neck
That's how real this shit can get
All the bitch wanna do is have sex
Be the mother of my kids

She already trying to link
I just touched down in LA (LA)
Mix the blues with codeine
That's like everyday (Everyday)
She left the doors open a weird
Bitch 'cause we in a Wraith (Woah)
If we link up once
The bitch gon' fuck the whole Slay (Yeah)
How you gon' bring up my name
You ain't sitting on a hundred thousand?
(The fuck?) nigga we is not the same
I got the ho flying private (Private)
Let a nigga juug your nigga and
You ain't do shit about it ('Bout it)
Ten toes to the ground
All my niggas know I'm solid (Solid)
Run up a fifty piece and then
Spend it in Louis V (Shh)
She fell in love with codeine
That bitch act just like me they like
"Rino how much you dropped on
All of your jewelry?" (Jewelry)
I might overdose in that Wraith
I'm off of that Oxy'

I just ran through twenty racks and
I spent it all on Tris
If a nigga shoot, we can shoot back
I don't give a fuck who you is
That cutter'll knock off your neck
That's how real this shit can get
All the bitch wanna do is have sex
Be the mother of my kids

On go, she think I'm cute
She wanna have sex like Sosa
On go, put my wrist on the table
I'ma need me a coaster
On go, cop me a Tesla
I'm going faster in a Roadster
I put the bitch in the 'Ghini
Eating some of the fettuccini, bussin' over
I don't confide in my vibes, treat 'em the
Way I would want to be treated
I lie to the bitch every time I get her off
She stay in my notis
I'ma just pass to the clique (Click click)
She just wanted a rich nigga to
Buy her on the daily
She just wanted a relief nigga girly
Twenty racks in a vase if her pussy is swirly
(Uh)
Twenty racks to her face, to a birdie (Brr)

Ooh, I'm flying off of this RP
Ooh, I'm dying, no you can't catch me

I just ran through twenty racks and
I spent it all on Tris
If a nigga shoot, we can shoot back
I don't give a fuck who you is
That cutter'll knock off your neck
That's how real this shit can get
All the bitch wanna do is have sex
Be the mother of my kids