Mutumbo

Album cover art for "Mutumbo" by SWAVAY

SWAVAY - Rap, Atlanta Rap

Mutumbo

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Duration: 1:53

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Lyrics

[Intro] Cook that shit up, Quay Yeah [Verse 1] Okay, wow, since I got the check, she gon' chase me down I was young, I was in them doors, you know what I'm 'bout Can't cap you down, if you need the pack, come around that house He gon' mouse so we lay the trap, we gon', we gon', we gon' We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak Keep my **** on the seat, just in case I gotta bleek Mama hate my old life, but now she say she proud of me Now she say she proud of me, stomp the yard, stomp the, stomp the yard Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay We know you don't want no smoke, my boy, you best stay out the way Yеah, one foot, yeah, on a bitch neck Sincе I got with Quay, ain't been nothin' but a big check, yeah 'Fore you judge me, understand where I'm from, twin My mama had a different plan for her son, twin As a kid, I wanted to be like Iverson, twin My mama never seen the streets, but her son did [Chorus] Okay, wow, since I got the check, she gon' chase me down I was young, I was in them doors, you know what I'm 'bout Can't cap you down, if you need the pack, come around that house He gon' mouse so we lay the trap, we gon', we gon', we gon' We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak Mama hate my old life, but now she say she proud of me We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak [Verse 2] Big Bill do whatever he wan' do, Big Bill, I'm the king of the jungle I just came off tour, every night sold out, these days, too hard to be humble Ten hoes in the crib, all tryna call dibs, Big Bill might have a lil' rumble Ten hoes in the crib, say whatever which wins get stripper lil' Benz and some bundles Got some people back home, watchin' me claim throne, I know they can't wait for the crumble Big Bill be dead 'fore I fumble, if I stack this bread, I'm Mutombo I might mix my sins, and then mix my wins, I'll be a real rich man with this gumbo Soon as I get in, I got some New York sins, me and Jetpack Dan out in dumbo Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay Scared to pay taxes, I can't even tell you everything that I can go buy in a day Know if she look at the crib, I'ma know what it is, when she comin', she comin' stay I get the beat from Quay, I told him, "If I'ma come rappin', I'm comin' to skate" [Chorus] Okay, wow, since I got the check, she gon' chase me down I was young, I was in them doors, you know what I'm 'bout Can't cap you down, if you need the pack, come around that house He gon' mouse so we lay the trap, we gon', we gon', we gon' We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak Mama hate my old life, but now she say she proud of me We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak

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Credits

Writers
  • SWAVAY
  • Quay Global
  • Blaise Railey