Kidd Keo – MAMA

Kidd Keo – MAMA Lyrics

Artist: Kidd Keo
Song: MAMA

Jajaja
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Eh-eh-eh (Keo)
Keo, my [?] (Yeah, ah)

Look
99 Sound
Homie on the block, so we never gonna stop
f#cking with the opps, homie never missed the shot (Bang)

Mama on the block gotta make my money up (Ma’)
She don’t wanna see me dead, mama wanna see me shine
So I told her like “mama, I don’t want no drama”
I don’t hold no lamma, my shooters dressing Prada (Grr)

‘Tamos puesto para facturas y drama
Mi negro vendiendo pa’ tener ropa cara
Tengo que facturar, sigo durmiendo en el piso (f#ck)
Haciendo dinero por la noche con el miso (Broddy)

Mama en la cocina está cocinando ese guiso (Whip, whip)
Puliendo esa vaina hasta que se quede liso (Look)
Keo going up (Up), Keo-Keo got the hot sh#t (Look)
Foreing block and my broddy with the chop stick (Grr)

No hay tiempo pa’ na’ pero yo lo hago elastic (Fium)
Quiero hacer dinero, ser el jefe como Gastby (Boss)
Oh-oh, wait, co-coming with the hit
To’ el mundo mirando cómo es que lo hago así

Yo tengo esa mierda que me hace estar aquí
Yeah, they talking sh#t, quieren parecerse a mí (Look)
f#ckin’-f#ckin’-f#ckin’ hit it, el rey de mi city
Ando with the ugly but my b#tch she call me “pretty” (Gang)

Mi chica está ready, ella es mala como Riri (Gang)
Mi hitta está ready, me preguntan como Siri (Grr)
Quiero hacer lo mío para bajarte la luna (Work)
Solo pienso en money, ni siquiera desayuna (No)

Llevo una semana que me mantengo en ayuna’
Y toda’ las noche’ soy el lobo que le aúlla
Mami, quiero hacerlo, ya quiero lograrlo (Yeah)
‘Toy cansa’o de ver a mi hermano en contrabando (f#ck)

‘Toy haciendo money pero no lo estoy sonando (No)
Quiero estrellar un Ferrari y salir riendo, andando (Skrrt)
Baby, soy un G aunque te digan que no (¿Quién?)
Dime de to’s ellos quién lo hizo como yo (Fake)

Sigo siendo bruto, prendo coctel molotov
Recibiendo el fruto, for money I gotta go, ah (Fium)
Homie on the block, so we never gonna stop
f#cking with the opps, homie never missed the shot (Bang-bang)

Mama on the block gotta make my money up
She don’t wanna see me dead, mama wanna see me shine
So I told her like “mama, I don’t want no drama” (No)
I don’t hold no lamma, my shooters dressing Prada (Grr)

‘Tamos puesto para facturas y drama (Yeah)
Mi negro vendiendo para tener ropa cara
¿Quién iba a decir que iba a llegar hasta aquí?
My broddy couldn’t made for my broddy, RIP (RIP)

Todo pasa rápido y no me quiero morir (No)
Dame alas pa’ volar, las que te han quitado a ti (Wow)
Ta-Tamo’ para esto (Ah), droga y presupuesto (Gang)
Ya he esta’o con mi hermano mucho tiempo con lo puesto (f#ck)

No quiero más mierda, ya no corro de los puercos (Oh, boy)
Si ante’ estaba sucio, ahora siempre me veo fresco (Boss)
Like 50 on the block, get it get it to the top (Huh)
Broddy on the back ’cause he gonna hit an opp (Bang, bang)

No es que sean malo’, no es que estén para matar (No)
Pero mientra’ estén to’s ellos, a mí na’ me va a pasar (Ah)
Shout-out para el M, one love para Nelson (Sarria)
Parce, por mis huevas que este año vamo’ a hacerlo (Ah)

Ando atrás del hueso, ratón con el queso
Si ahora estamo’ en milli pero empezamo’ en los pesos (Gang)
Rolling with a hoodie, in love with a booty
Mami, she a friki, mami call me “papichuli” (Chulo)

Yo ya no me fío, solo quieren de mi money
Yo ya tengo baby, dispara como Bonnie
Todo por el guap, pa-papi don’t stop (Don’t)
Tamo’ haciendo trap, hasta lo sabe mi mamá (Ma’)

Ella me hizo el hueco para mi droga guardar (Boss)
Y hace ya que que sabe cómo lo salgo a buscar
Ya me hice mayor, mama sabe que he crecí’o (Sí)
Sabe que la vo’a cuidar como es merecido (Ma’)

Sabe que a los mío’ le’ doy más ‘e lo que recibo (Gang)
Sabe que sin ellos pue’ soy yo el que me deprimo, ah (Gang)
Homie on the block, so we never gonna stop
f#cking with the opps, homie never missed the shot (Bang)

Mama on the block gotta make my money up
She don’t wanna see me dead, mama wanna see me shine (Ma)
So I told her like “mama, I don’t want no drama” (No)
I don’t hold no lamma, my shooters dressing Prada (Grr)

‘Tamos puesto para facturas y drama (Yeah)
Mi negro vendiendo para tener ropa cara
Ey
Eh, yeah-yeah

Shout-out para el M, shout-out para Nelson
Shout-out pa’ Patron
Shout-out pa’ to’ mis G’s que me cuidan en la calle
Hacen que yo esté aquí

Gang
To the top, ho
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MAMA Lyrics – English Translation

LOL
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Eh-eh-eh (keo)
Keo, my [?] (Yeah, ah)

Look
99 Sound.
Homie on the Block, So We Never Gonna Stop
f#cking with The Opps, Homie Never Missed The Shot (Bang)

Mama on The Block Gotta Make MY Money Up (MA ‘)
She Do not Wanna See Me Dead, Mama Wanna See Me Shine
So I Told Her Like “Mama, I do not want not drama”
I Do not Hold No Lamma, My Shooters Dressing Prada (GRR)

‘Tamos put for invoices and drama
My black selling pa ‘have face clothes
I have to invoice, I’m still sleeping on the floor (f#ck)
Making money at night with the miso (broddy)

Mom in the kitchen is cooking that stew (Whip, Whip)
Polishing that pod until it runs smooth (look)
Keo Going Up (Up), Keo-Keo Got The Hot sh#t (Look)
Foreing Block and My Broddy With The Chop Stick (GRR)

There is no time for ‘na’ but I do it elastic (fium)
I want to make money, be the boss like Gastby (Boss)
Oh-Oh, Wait, Co-Coming With The Hit
To ‘the world looking at how I do it this way

I have that sh#t that makes me be here
Yeah, they talking sh#t, want to look like me (look)
f#ckin’-f#ckin’-f#ckin ‘hit it, the king of my city
Ando With The Ugly But My b#tch She Call Me “Pretty” (Gang)

My girl is Ready, she is bad as RIRI (Gang)
My Hitta is Ready, they ask me as Siri (GRR)
I want to do my thing to get off the moon (Work)
I only think about money, not even breakfast (no)

I’ve stayed in fast a week ‘
And all ‘the night’ I am the wolf that dreamed
Mommy, I want to do it, I want to achieve it (yeah)
‘Toy tired of seeing my brother in smuggling (f#ck)

‘Toy doing money but I’m not ringing it (no)
I want to crash a Ferrari and go out laughing, walk (SkRrt)
Baby, I’m a G Even if they tell you no (Who?)
Tell me about who did it like me (Fake)

I’m still gross, I turn cooked molotov
Receiving the fruit, for money I gotta go, ah (fium)
Homie on the Block, So We Never Gonna Stop
f#cking With The Opps, Homie Never Missed The Shot (Bang-Bang)

Mama On The Block Gotta Make MY Money Up
She Do not Wanna See Me Dead, Mama Wanna See Me Shine
SO I Told Her Like “Mama, I Do not Want No Drama” (No)
I Do not Hold No Lamma, My Shooters Dressing Prada (GRR)

‘Tamos put for invoices and drama (yeah)
My black selling to have face clothes
Who was going to say that I was going to get here?
My Broddy Could’t Made For My Broddy, Rip (RIP)

Everything happens fast and I do not want to die (not)
Give me wings to fly, those who have taken you away from you (Wow)
TA-TAMO ‘for this (ah), drug and budget (Gang)
I’ve already been with my brother a long time with the position (f#ck)

I do not want more sh#t, I do not run out of the pigs (Oh, Boy)
If before ‘I was dirty, now I always look fresh (Boss)
Like 50 on The Block, Get It Get It To The Top (Huh)
Broddy on the Back ‘Cause HE GONNA HIT AN OPP (Bang, Bang)

It is not that they are bad, ‘not that they are to kill (no)
But while ‘being to’s them, my na’ is going to happen to me (ah)
Shout-out for M, One Love for Nelson (Sarria)
Parce, for my roe than this year I vamo ‘to do it (ah)

Ando behind the bone, mouse with cheese
Yes now I stand ‘in Milli but I started’ in the pesos (Gang)
Rolling with a hoodie, in love with a booty
Mommy, She A Geei, Mami Call Me “Papichuli” (Chulo)

I no longer trust, they just want from my money
I already have baby, shoot like Bonnie
All for the GUAP, PA-PAPI DO NOT STOP (do not)
Tamo ‘doing trap, my mom (ma’ knows

She made me the hole for my drug Save (Boss)
And she does since she knows how I go out to look for
I already made me older, Mama knows that I grew up (yes)
She knows that she saw her take care of her as she is deserved (ma ‘)

She knows that to mine ‘Le’ I give more ‘and what I receive (Gang)
He knows that without them you can ‘it’s me who depressed me, ah (gang)
Homie on the Block, So We Never Gonna Stop
f#cking with The Opps, Homie Never Missed The Shot (Bang)

Mama On The Block Gotta Make MY Money Up
She do not wanna see me dead, mom wanna see me shine (mA)
SO I Told Her Like “Mama, I Do not Want No Drama” (No)
I Do not Hold No Lamma, My Shooters Dressing Prada (GRR)

‘Tamos put for invoices and drama (yeah)
My black selling to have face clothes
Ey
Eh, yeah-yeah

Shout-out for M, Shout-Out for Nelson
Shout-out pa ‘patron
Shout-out pa ‘to’ my G’s that take care of me on the street
Make me be here

Gang.
To the top, ho
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Kidd Keo Lyrics – MAMA

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Release Year: 2022