Lyrics:
at the get down
We glad that your hear
Its clear
So get with the get down
Verse coming 2
Wildcards coming thru
Make like the ark come 2 by 2
Been here awhile
keep on singing the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama
[Chorus: x2]
keep on singing the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama
[Chorus: x2]
mom called up the
Jews that choose what's PC (He said, WHAT!)
And they took down my song, 'cause I said
Faggot! Faggot! Faggot!
F-F-F-Faggot! Faggot!
pop
can you really meet mom n pops
in the coup we drop the top
by the time you caught my eye
you was mine i ain't gotta lie
yeah i get you drippy like
& Rakim's "I Know You Got Soul"
I was a real hothead out the twin-sized bed
Mom woke me up melted cheese
Egg on Jewish challah bread
Sixth grade, getting
This a track for my mom
Cuz she da bomb
You know I'd give you love, but I'm too far
So... I guess I gotta do it with a song
Okay, so first off,
a big ass mansion
Everything L Young do expanding
Don't believe me
(Bitch)
This song
Your mom
Fight Night.com
We did that shit we won
We did that shit we
temper she can make it all calm
And I can’t wait till we’re singing this song
And if I need something I can go to my mom
I’m eighteen now but she still
a rabbi
But we go huntin' go fish
Well, Carl, he's a Catholic boy,
And his daddy fought in the war
And Joe's mom is in Lebanon
And he knows he believes in
Honey, it's time to go to school
Mom, I don't wanna go to school
That's ridiculous, you need to get an education
I don't need an education, Mom, gosh
If you live by the gun
You die by the same fate
So no gunplay, pops took toys away
Went over moms house, Cops N Robbers all day
(Righ) went back
I wrote this song for my mom
She is the coolest fuckin' bitch I know
She like to shop and go to church
She tell me everything she
Think I should know
I watch Comedy Central re-runs
While I wait for divine intervention
Meanwhile my mom is planning to go
To her second or third alternative medicine
Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song
Bang my chest like my name King Kong
Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall
Brickatu, brickatu,
ready to go he hops in his piro headed down the bayou
They got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana River
Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat
right now cause one day I'll let you go
The song is from my heart so you're already
I can be far away or I can keep you close
I can be the least or I can
shit
Underneath the turf's the worst it's gon' get (it's gon' get)
Whipped up water on my wrist, think I'm a fish
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab
I'll be the one
Buying you fish from Petco
I'll be the one
Singing you songs on the metro
We can't get away
From all this worn out s***
That people
our home was blessed
When daddy'd say mama sing a song
Sister left home first I guess then Bob and Tommy and Dan
By then dad's hair was turning grey
this song
I don't even know if Imma make it back home
Lately I been second-guessing all my moves
Though I don't admit it, really miss my mom
Lotta people
At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned
They raise him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree a home for my
to go he jumps in his piro headed down the bayou
He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana River
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's
true
The ones that know my fuckin' moms, yeah I'll look after you
Gotta get some fuckin' money, only thing on my mind and shit, I'm only 19, so I still
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