Original lyrics

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My music make my momma mad My music make my dad mad But fuck ‘em, they old ass Niggas know that we get the cash My music make my momma mad My music make my dad mad But fuck ‘em with they old ass [?] Yeah, bitch, I’m making my parents mad [?] All these noises: [?] My parents mad as fuck But fuck they ass, nigga [?], fuck ‘em, ayy Everbody know that I’m playing, ayy Do not whoop my ass, mom Don’t, don’t, nah nah, for real, mom, I ain’t dissing you Ayy, you already know what I do Ayy, I drink grape juice Ayy, I put the cake in the fruit Ayy, you know I’m ‘bout to get loose Ayy, ayy, if you in the club Turn up to this shit Ayy, get low, get low, ayy How many hands can your hands go low? Ho-, how much hands can you got? How many hands do you got? Like, how many hands do you got? My music make my people mad I told them: Kiss my fucking ass My family very so fucking mad Cuz that nigga just went on the back, ayy, [?] My music make my momma mad My music make my dad mad But fuck ‘em, they old ass Niggas know that we get the cash My music make my momma mad My music make my dad mad But fuck ‘em with they old ass [?] Yeah, bitch, I’m making my parents mad [?] All these noises: [?] My parents mad as fuck But fuck they ass, nigga [?], fuck ‘em, ayy Everbody know that I’m playing, ayy Do not whoop my ass, mom Don’t, don’t, nah nah, for real, mom, I ain’t dissing you Whole lotta, whole lotta