Dominic Fike - MOM lyrics correction

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[Intro]
Produced by [?]
Yeah, yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Verse]
Okay these pussy niggas looking wall to wall
I don't double take
I'm really in the field as soon as the fucking hurtle brakes
Skippin' to the league
You ain't really fuckin' come to play
I wonder why they try sonnin' me
Ayy, talkin' like a sun of god
I'm drunk as fuck in the synagogue
Listenin' to God like watch it, 'cause I'mma kill 'em all
Sinner man, sin 'em all
Winter jams, killin' y'all
Fuck it, been about ruckus
Been about buzzin'
Chillin' out loveless and no niggas out from it
South Florida shit how can I get up
Been up in my sit-ups
Sit up when you talkin' to a Backhouse nigga
This the Backhouse nigga, you was callin' for your hoes, they get dragged out with ya
Maxed out, feelin' it
I get jacked up
Tellin' my ho, new track, nigga
Dependin' on how we get matched up
Ritalin, I keep track of that back talk
I'm bat shit, I'm that [?]-
Bitch, I was
In that Monty taking trips to making bitches mad
In that Honda, making p[?] nickel back
I make a group with that
Who you callin' simp
I pick the numbers up and sip 'em
I double up my shit with that
What's all that shit you was talkin' 'bout
What's all that shit I [?] 'em runnin' out
And they can't rack that up nigga
I remember you from school, should've added that up
What's all that shit you was talkin' 'bout
What's all that shit, I send 'em runnin' out
And they can't rack that up nigga
I remember you from school, should've-

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