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Mama Luv
by Elijah Pierce
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Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Get it together, get it together)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Work it out, run it up, work it out, run it up)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(From rags to riches, to baddest bitches yeah) (Yessir)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Frankenstein my wrists, Frankenstein my bitch)
Keep my foot on niggas necks don't ever let up
Gotta do what you gotta do to get the cheddar
Don't trust niggas out here, they not your brothers
Don't trust hoes out here, cause they don't love ya (not at all)
Big 3L, P2CK way
My niggas icons
On my life, we gone rock out forever
Wreckless when im throwed
Real quick to go and get em
But a nigga always been a heavy hitter (Heavy hitter, slit!)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Get it together, get it together)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Work it out, run it up, work it out, run it up)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(From rags to riches, to baddest bitches yeah) (Yessir)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Frankenstein my wrists, Frankenstein my bitch)
Bitch, I don't need ice always been cool
Balenciaga Euro steppin James Harden moves
Poppin major shit
Never been counterfeit
Politic wit ya bitch on my Papi shit
Negrito Chocolatito
Back shots when im knockin it
Gang poppin blicks
Vibe wit my clique
I can't trust niggas, I can't trust hoes
Mama told me never let a trick dig in ya pot
If she ain't adding, she a basic bitch
Tell her kick rocks
Bye Bye (She a basic bitch)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Okay, okay)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Work it out, work it out, run it up, work it out, run it up)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(From rags to riches, to baddest bitches yeah) (Yessir)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Frankenstein my wrists, Frankenstein my bitch) (All dat cash!)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Get it together, get it together)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Work it out, run it up, work it out, run it up)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(From rags to riches, to baddest bitches yeah) (Yessir)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Frankenstein my wrists, Frankenstein my bitch)
Keep my foot on niggas necks don't ever let up
Gotta do what you gotta do to get the cheddar
Don't trust niggas out here, they not your brothers
Don't trust hoes out here, cause they don't love ya (not at all)
Big 3L, P2CK way
My niggas icons
On my life, we gone rock out forever
Wreckless when im throwed
Real quick to go and get em
But a nigga always been a heavy hitter (Heavy hitter, slit!)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Get it together, get it together)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Work it out, run it up, work it out, run it up)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(From rags to riches, to baddest bitches yeah) (Yessir)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Frankenstein my wrists, Frankenstein my bitch)
Bitch, I don't need ice always been cool
Balenciaga Euro steppin James Harden moves
Poppin major shit
Never been counterfeit
Politic wit ya bitch on my Papi shit
Negrito Chocolatito
Back shots when im knockin it
Gang poppin blicks
Vibe wit my clique
I can't trust niggas, I can't trust hoes
Mama told me never let a trick dig in ya pot
If she ain't adding, she a basic bitch
Tell her kick rocks
Bye Bye (She a basic bitch)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Okay, okay)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Work it out, work it out, run it up, work it out, run it up)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(From rags to riches, to baddest bitches yeah) (Yessir)
Mama told me son, you need to get it together
(Frankenstein my wrists, Frankenstein my bitch) (All dat cash!)
