Fredo – Mother’s Life Lyrics

Fredo Mother’s Life Lyrics, Mother’s Life Lyrics by Fredo

I bet them people see my diamonds first before they serving me
And when it comes to my block, I put word out ’round there on every street
It’s London city, tons of nittys, bare man talkin’, fuckin’ with me
The paigons left with scars a couple times when bumpin’ to me
Take my chain, you must be silly (Silly)
If Mello once squeeze in that day, then it must been billy
Now I won’t lie my guy, my life changed since I touched a millie (Millie)
Now you can trust me, but before trusting me was silly, finessed a couple with hilly
Pussy boy, you must be silly
Switched it up with just a lizy
Told my jewellers, flood them silly
Plus I get my brothers chilly
We might lie, rappin’ ’bout the nine, meanwhile the tools of Thor
But that’s them little key pieces they’ll try use in court
And yeah I fly the goons abroad, but grew up as a dodgy yute
One time, I done build no trust for time, I copped a robbed a yout
Now I ain’t tryna rob no plugs, and never fuck with prostitutes
I should make them pay to fuck me that’s how a real monster moves

Put that on my mother’s life, we’re not the same if you’re paigons ain’t lost a couple guys
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no car crashes, It’s gunna knife
Them man they hate on me so hard, you have to wonder why (Why?)
‘Cause I’ma buss in capital’s then get that underline
That’s on my mother’s life, I get that flooded ice
Take a few for one of mine, my brothers good, my mummy’s nice
I done magic cut the price, she must good if I fuck twice, that’s on my mothers life

I never ever talk inside my car about no silly stuff
My last plug he got 15 years, the police had his ceilings bugged
(Bugged)
My engines big, you’ll stand for five minutes to fill it up
They’re fillin’ us, I’m fuckin’ girls in doggy style till’ they’re feelin’ loved (Loved)
All I do is multiply, my niggas we never divide
Last months I need twelve racks, now It’s eleven a night
My niggas in the fields, but this year ain’t no eleven a side
But them man scoring goals, and that’s all up on the enemy’s line

Put that on my mother’s life, we’re not the same if you’re paigons ain’t lost a couple guys
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no car crashes, It’s gunna knife
Them man they hate on me so hard, you have to wonder why (Why?)
‘Cause I’ma buss in capital’s then get that underline
That’s on my mother’s life, I get that flooded ice
Take a few for one of mine, my brothers good, my mummy’s nice
I done magic cut the price, she must good if I fuck twice, that’s on my mothers life