Lyrics:
(how's the family)
(how's the family)
Mama, you tell me how's the family
And papa, tell me how thing's going by you
And little baby sister, I heard
outside, and the rain turn to ice
Said mama's out here flippin' now
Shots just goin' off
Somebody laid out
Little kids smokin' weed
Drive-bys every day
Can Somebody Say classic
Can somebody say classic
Can somebody please
Her name was Ella Anderson
But we just call her Ella A
Her daughter was so fine
I don't even know what my thoughts are
I honestly don't know
I don't know
Please listen to me
Please listen to me baby
Please listen to me to me
we need cash regardless
So please pass the garnish
I decorate plates my food
For thought is great
My gourmet is like foreplay
That's all day they tryna
Angels singing head held high
Kenya making it a holiday
God being proud of His masterpiece
Born a gangster, pro by default
A loving father and a loving
the mood
I wish that they could understand, that I'm just a man, I get in my feelings too
But they were blinded by the bag, holiday in cannes, so I ran away
Bands on me, mama
Can't keep up with all these hands on me, mama
Bands on me, mama
Can't keep up with all these hands on me, mama
Ran with the trick
daughter
She’s standing
Please wake mama oh mama
Oh mama (It was too late)
It was too late
Too late for mama
I said it was too late for mama
Oh no oh no
It
Mama knelt by his bed that Sunday mornin'
Jimmy was gone again, left the window open
He slipped out in the middle of the night
God knows she tried
invest the pain
I don't even need a smoke, to make it rain
Ke kgopa swarela if you gotta blame
Mama i miss please pray for me, i your need support and your
taking the cuffs off of you
Cause mama don't want none of you
I see you walking to me
Please God, let this one be
The man that's as strong as me
No fragile
Martini Mama!
She really turns me on!
(Wooh!)
Three olives please?
Please quit your lowdown ways
You can hitch hike on the highways
You can stand alone by the side of the road
You can try to flag a ride back home, pretty
I only love my bed and my mama, I'm sorry
That's facts
What's up, Michelle? Miss Michelle
That's what they call you 'round the way, right? Uh
through one more day (baby)
I could live the right way
Please, watch over my babies and they mamas, too
'Cause they don't know what, what they daddy
People killin' people dyin'
Children hurtin', I hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preachin'?
Would you turn the other cheek again?
Mama
Some of them know close to the bone
Ma-ma-mama please, please don't kill the messenger man
And ma-ma-mama please please don't kill the passenger man
don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin'
mama, throw your man out the door
I ain't no stranger, I been this way before.
Put on your night shirt and your morning gown
You know by night I'm
feelings hid
[Chorus]
I wish someone would understand
Just where I’m comin’ from (just where I’m comin’ from)
Oh lord the pain that I feel
Oh please help me
daily bread ohh
My mama always say
Marsha faraway
Without money is just fake
This hustle na by grace
And make I no day hate
So the hustle no go fade
belong
Oh, runaway child running wild
You better go back home where you belong
Oh yeah, my girl
Mama, mama, please, come and sit here by me
Oh but
on mood swings
If I don't pick up the phone, lil mama mood change
Need a M by 35, that's the real game
Never let nobody sell me out for lil fame
Cauz niggas
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