Lyrics:
your mama know you see me, does she know you're freaky?
Does she ever wonder if it's 'bout ya I am speaking?
Do you ever ponder where I'm at when you get
you up
Your love is like a drug
I cant get enough
I'm only happy when I feel your touch
Feel your touch
I know that you're no good
And I should give you
now
It's better it's better when you're here
Here woo
Bae swear I'm on the way
Beside a good man a good woman I relate yeah
Bae swear I'm on the way
you waan, but don't deady, deady
So bawl fi your mama, fi your papa
Me no matter by time the police come
The dance done already, again
Me tun up
was raised good by her mama, always did good deeds
She like to smoke that weed every once in a while. In the back of the Cadillac, now she's going out
and nobody like ya
See you're the type that gets off on getting on other people
That's not good
No homo,
Rather un-human, I should say
I mean giving
and nobody like ya
See you're the type that gets off on getting on other people
That's not good
No homo,
Rather un-human, I should say
I mean giving
don't respect you and nobody like ya
See you're the type that gets off on getting on other people
That's not good
No homo,
Rather un-human, I should
you're dead
Homie
It's your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc
He'd probably had one comin'
Damn, that's fucked up, I guess it is
When you
no one left
I dropped on my knees go to God prayer
All the pain you felt felt that by yourself
Never asked for help play the card you’re dealt
When
So Many Niggas Been Hurt By The Streets "Rest In Peace Lo"
Everything going good when you're getting that bread
Till them fentanyl pills get caught
do I say this
back when we were kids
back in the trenches
smiling on the fences
we ain't got no purpose
don't fear the police
mama said don't do
stuff by the Seaside
All day at the Market
She come home cook food
Say a prayer when a bedtime
When wi rude she nuh ramp beat backside
Sunday school up
song is for the big mamas
Now you gotta call me ma’se kind
Mom you karnah, you’re holding down the kraal
Back from when I was kaal till I learned
have to check for me, for me I'm not a baller
Check me out in 5 mins, when you're finshed, when you hit a stout
I'm not about that, I need a gal pickin
a hot plate on the table, dinner is ready
Saying you're good just to not make them shoulders feel heavy
You feel good when you do everything steady (Yeah)
a party, got to have a rap
So when the party's over, you're making it home
And trying to sleep before the break of dawn
And while ya sleeping ya start
Mmmmm mama
Mmmmm mama
You had to live with the unknown
When the hospital became my home
Nobody knew how far I could go
Life was spinning out
When some women tried to claim him
"If you'd been a good mama then you never would've wanna
Gone and thrown him off of the train then"
Sarah Jane
Then you're a ho assed nigga
Goddamned hound
Pound for pound
You knew the ho when she was fucking the whole town
She fucked you and gave your buddies
as candy
When you come around
No one else can handle it
You know by now, you're one in a million
You have my heart
Oh Mocha (Mocha)
I'm sippin' on you baby
Who be that guy when dey
Why you eye my girl
Yes, i know what you're doing
I know all your movements
Yes, i know what you're doing
Who be that guy
Do you remember that song by Janis Ian?
The one where she complains about
Not getting chosen for the basketball team?
Her song went, "For those
to be my hero
Better have that cash in
If you ain't counting up
Then you're just capping
When I check my bank account
I start clapping
Like a Bruce Lee
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