Larry Lobster

de Yuno Miles

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
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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, [?]