Текст песни Momma House (Aha Gazelle) с переводом

It’s Aha man

Um, listen this right here is Ruff and Welch fault

Blame them

You know what, matter fact, blame Fiji

He made me do this

It’s his fault

(It's Aha!)

Live from my momma house

Where I ain’t got no bills, so my pockets never drought

Where every day is sunny, I ain’t never seen a cloud

I learned from all of my mistakes just like a female cow

You still ain’t got your own place, so why are you so proud?

Good for you, you graduated, what you doing now?

I’m a rapper, here’s my mixtape, I’m the man

A whole lot of question marks like they don’t understand

Nick Young face

Don’t believe in me

That’s why they hate their life on Monday

I believe in Jesus, you can play this on a Sunday

Then they come back running

Like, «I knew you would be somethin'

Been a long time comin'»

With they hotdog bun face

Everyday I prayed that God will send me a Beyoncé

Everyday I ask Him to protect me from the crime rate

Everyday I ask Him for forgiveness

'Cause He coming back to get us

I don’t know all the specifics, that’s a blind date

Humble as can be but I still walk around like Kanye

Pull up bumpin' Webbie, then I leave bumpin' Sadé

I got common sense, but I ain’t got no sense of time

Man, it’s all up in your mind I treat everyday like Friday

Woo!

Live from my momma house

Where I ain’t got no bills, so my pockets never drought

Where every day is sunny, I ain’t never seen a cloud

I learned from all of my mistakes just like a female cow

You still ain’t got your own place, so why are you so proud?

Good for you, you graduated, what you doin' now?

Uh, I’m a rapper, here’s my mixtape, check me out

Back then they didn’t want me, now they love me now

Mike Jones on 'em

Get ignant and start flexin' and pull and up on the chrome on 'em

Don’t you think for one second I won’t go Victor Stone on 'em

Thought they had me figured out like

«Yeah, I know what he’s about»

But then I dropped Vegeta

Yeah, I started singin' songs on 'em

Since they made me wait I had no choice but to get tone on 'em

Hand behind my head, I’m flexin'

Yeah, I Karl Malone on 'em

From New Orleans I’m a no limit Soulja Boy

Tryna kiss me through the phone

Uh-uh, uh-uh, that’s the wrong number

Live from my momma house (uh-oh)

Where I ain’t got no bills, so my pockets never drought (uh-oh)

Where every day is sunny, I ain’t never seen a cloud (uh-oh)

I’m from Lousiana so I had to make it bounce

(Fiji made me do it)

I’m live from my momma house, look right now

I’m in the kitchen cookin' up somethin' right now

Fiji made me do it, so I did it right now

Aha on the beat, so you know I got it right now

I gotta do it for my momma, get her out the drama

Every time I hit my knees I’m prayin' for some extra commas

I’m sick of tired of bein' sick and tired

My life a movie, but it’s never bein' televised

They like, «Fiji don’t you do that

You gotta get the bag and don’t you look back

You would be in the club throwin' 'em blue stacks»

Everybody in the club askin' who’s that? Who’s that?

You gotta do it for your momma, do it for your momma

Yeah, I did it for my momma, did it for my momma

You gotta do it for your momma, do it for your momma

Aha do it for your momma, do it for your momma

Man, I got a passion for passin' assists

So we you start travellin' the referees gonna panic

'Cause they can’t call a mechanic

They tryna take us for granted

They didn’t know that we planned it

They must of thought it was random

That execution we ran it

And now they call us satanic

Because they can’t understand it

They wanna know how we manage

They more confused than a tranny

I pull up with all my titans

And then we started attackin'

They tried to white us out

We blacker than a famous Jet Jackson

They be like «Aha, what you really 'bout?»

I be like, «You don’t really care if you don’t know by now»

Everything is funny 'til I pull a Robin Williams

All of y’all gon' miss me

I’ma keep spittin' fire for those who doubt

Don’t act like you love me now

Live from my momma house

Where I ain’t got no bills, so my pockets never drought

Where every day is sunny, I ain’t never seen a cloud

I learned from all of my mistakes just like a female cow

You still ain’t got your own place, so why is you so proud?

Good for you, you graduated, what you doin' now?

Uh, I’m a rapper, here’s my mixtape, I’m the man

A whole lot of question marks like they don’t understand

Nick Young face

Woo, man we live in my momma house right now!

Oh my God, my momma gon' put us out man

Aha chill!

Know what, bring it back Aha

One more time

Yeah, yeah

You gotta do it for ya, you gotta do it for ya

You gotta do it for ya momma, uh-huh, uh

You better do it for ya momma uh-huh, uh

I said we live baby, I said we live baby

I said we live baby, I said we live baby

Cut this off man, I’m out