mommworld cypher

By Mommworld

Released on April 26, 2020

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[Intro: quinn & kurtains]

Eelara

These boys movin' mad, fam, init?

Ayy, kurtains, do that lil' ting you be doing init?

Oh, you know me, init


[Chorus: kurtains]

I got dippers (Dippers)

Flickers, sinners, singers, dingers and ciggers

Pussy (Prick), k4, p4, m4, S and d4

God's land in a spliff, free bro, d9lton, he's missed

God's land in a spliff, next time don't talk that shit


[Verse 1: quinn]

Mans talk real sad, peer him down there, ching him real bad (Ching 'em, ching 'em)

When they speak to Jon, but they want his soul in his fucking flats (Fucking boring)

Ask what I'm smoking on, I'm smoking heavy (Heavy)

All my men out there with the big ass swords out 7/11 (Out 7/11)

Had to go out country, don't ask me 'bout the things I do (I do a thing)

If I come with the food, just know that it ain't for you (This ain't for you)

If he acting wet, I'ma check him like mic, "One, two, one, two" (One two, one two)

Don't come inside my business, 'cause mandem be chinging yutes

Opp boys see me and they do the dash 'cause they know I'm after the cash

Thirteen got chinged up, man thirteen, that's fuckin' sad (Fucking cry)

Slid down on the one, two, five, I ching him and his dad

Come over here with your waps and I guarantee you you're walking out sad

Opp boys see me and they do the dash 'cause they can see me clutching the mash (I'm clutching the mash)

When your man walk with the borers I had my man walk in with the MAC's

Mommworld and we closing the borders, you ain't getting in 'cause you going out sad

Don't come 'round here if you're a tourist, mandem slap, they make you mad (They make you mad)


[Verse 2: angelus]

(I'm 'bout to talk to 'em)

(Pass me the fuckin' mic, fam)

I'm-I'm-I'm with p4rkr in London

Big roadman, take me for ransom

I'm 'bout to bust a nut, no cum, cum

I ain't stupid, I ain't no dumb-dumb

Bad ting, bad call my phone, fam

Came inside the Coupe, hell no, fam

It was supposed to be a one-night stand

Hit the jugg, now I feel like Kankan


[Verse 3: d0llywood1]

Uh, they fuck with mandem, they be snaking (Boo, boo)

Heaven there, he be peggin'

Put ten quid on your head (Free Uzi)

So I work for the payment

Percs and Molly, they are for the belly

Mandem neek, they is not failing

Uh, talk that shit we get kweng

We not talk to the feds

Uh, them man beef over female, them man call from retail

Them man be too chatty, we move the packs off through the email

Move that Charlie, Miley

Do chat to feds, we give 'em ching, we give 'em smiley (Ayy, free man d9lton, yeah?)


[Verse 4: Wido]

We gon' take your chain, yeah

Clap man down, yeah, I know that he know that

Pussyhole talk on Live

This is real shit, this is real combat

Ask your ting where I am, yeah

She knows 'cause I'm tapping on that

Yeah, she knows 'cause I'm driving Honda

Smoke that pack, ain't talking bout Luvback

Luvback a pedo, but shout out lovbug

Don't smoke reggie, man, just loft that

Your bitch, she love me, know she love that

I-I-I do stu-utters, man, they love that

Love the gang, you know we conquer

Ching your stummy, give you hunger

Come like that, you don't want contact

Doa, he fuckin' bonkers


[Verse 5: ericdoa]

Pulled up to the man ends, think he want issues

'Boutta make his mum cry, yeah, whole fam need tissues (Hahaha)

Whole black fit, you see me?

Keep a damn blade, no DG

Walk around, blood, no Squeegee

Watch for the red, blue, no 3D

Ayy, I'm gonna murder mans

Ayy, shoutout young Kurtains, man (Okay)

Live in shells like a turtle, man

Ayy, you in there just like Urkle, man (Okay)

Ayy, he talk down on me, guarantee we gon' check 'em

I got spliff inside this backpack, boy, I'm smoking on Beckam, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)


[Verse 6: Ways]

Blew my nose six times, we smoking 6snot (Smoking 6snot)

We don't play with mandem, don't play kickoff

Ayy, your mandem, he dead, we hit a lick off (Lick off)

Yeah, put a knife in his throat, yeah, he can't breathe

Ayy, she said, "Take off your clothes," she in love with me

Tryna take down songs, they can't fuck with me

She said, "Come back, Ways," she want more of me


[Interlude: kurtains]

Take down my songs, take down your whole mans block


[Verse 7: Stef]

I'm the badman, badman, badman, bullets gon' fly like Batman

Nigga, you don't want no beef, you don't want smoke like a deadman

I'm a mofuckin’ psychopath, go on [?] your mandem

When you talk, talk all that lip, you disappear like a phantom

Bruv think way too handsome, he can get held for the ransom

Mandem by himself in the park, do him like assassins


[Verse 8: midwxst]

Shit jokes, shit jokes, init?

Pull up with the mandem, choppa, that shit gon' poke (Brr, bah, bah, bah)

Peng ting look real bad, bitch is snorting up coke (White, white)

Wasteman talk that shit, so we put him in a moat (Rest in piss, ha)

Ha, came to my ends, now we had to put his ass on the road

You a snitch, bruv, you an inner, your mum's a bitch, she a spinner

Go to your house and I'll eat some dinner, call up blood, yeah, we gonna end ya

Move in the night, know that we gon' lurk, 5-0 'round, know we stay alert

Man talk reckless, he gon' get hurt, bruv best watch 'cause shit gon' get worse


[Bridge: Swagtastic]

Eelara

Do not play with me like that, bruv

Do not play with me, man (Huh, yeah)


[Verse 9: Swagtastic]

Heard that chit-chat, cunt, we up to somethin'

Eat them up like chips, we fuckin' come here (That's true)

Ching that cunt to death, there ain't no running (Nuh-uh)

Crew up on your ass, we out in London (We are)

Buck 'em down with a stick (really?), but I don't know spells (I don't)

This real Rick Owens, you can feel on the belt (You can)

Why you doing this shit man? Send him to Hell (Okay)

Put him in a spliff, man, that man don't tell

(Free Dalton, man, free Dalton, man)


[Chorus: kurtains]

I got dippers (Dippers)

Flickers, sinners, singers, dingers and ciggers

Pussy (Prick), k4, p4, m4, S and d4

God's land in a spliff, free bro, d9lton, he's missed

God's land in a spliff, next time don't talk that shit

(Mommworld)


[Verse 10: kuru]

I don't fuck with backpack

Run around killing my mandem

Posted with kurtains and you know that we smokin' crack pack

[?] we don't fuck with these hoes, since you gotta pay your lil' snapback

I ain't aiming the Glock at your asscrack

Say you the shit, lil' man, you can't have that

You ain't [?] ducks, gotta quack, quack

Posted with Ways and we toting the MAC, MAC


[Verse 11: Zootzie]

Smoking on ****, we gonna kill a lil' pedo

He shooting his shot with these children, but it was a free throw

I'm with his lil' psycho girlfriend, she giving me deepthroat

With the whole gang, like to eat up

Sending these bullets, shout out to my PO

Walk in the bank laughing, Key and Peele

With that boy Owen and Ways, we're the trio