Lyrics:
was together ?
now i can only sing for you.
Thank you Mama, for the things u do
Thank you Mama, for the care you give
Thank you Mama, for the things u
They calling me E-songz
The boy wey dey sing song yeah
Baby, make you roll up your waist
Say whine for the boy (dance ye)
Make you dey shake for
goods
Pretty mama doing everything a pretty mama should
She bad she know she bad
She walked through a forest
And tripped by a tree
Soon her anger
on the block
And your mom, was saving money for you in a jar
Tryna to start a piggy bank for you
So you could go to college
Almost had a thousand dollars
'Till
got the choppa and I'll let that shit sing if I gotta
Don't care where you from
Fuck yo bloodline don't care bout ya mama and papa
Everybody gotta try
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
hit the point
Please be mine for a keep
Love you fine as hell
If I can tell
Ouuu please be mine for a keep
Get your papa and your mama here
You fine
MUMA by Shadow ( Papa Ndiga Gaye )
INTRO
OH MY MAMA
OH MAMA
YAYE leeral sa ma àddina.
MAma mama
oh mama boul dioye
Fi ma la laxe
da fa sori lol
sa
, sing it
Sing it mama, got it sing it
Yaaaaa, ya ya yaa ya
Sing it with your papa, sing it
Sing it papa, got it sing it
Yaaaaa, ya ya yaa ya
Christmas alone
Baby come back
The door’s unlocked if you get cold
I’ll wait by the mistletoe
It’s been a long time for me
It’s been to long time for us
We
Angel bella
Ah
Mc chop money
Shagba
Aiye o yeh
Aiye o yeh
Aiye o yeh
Aiye o yeh eeh
Aiye o yeh eeh
Aiyeyeyeyeye
Eehh mama lay
Mama lay
Papa lay
Mama
suffering, anything
This song is for the big mamas
Everybody call me ma’se kind
Ma’se kind, ma’se kind, ma’se kind, ma’se kind
This song is for the big mamas
for my ghetto youths
Nor dey use your reggae spoil my blues
Say say say
Mama
Say say say
Papa
My brother my sister too
Make you nor forget to
Jam it,
halleluia, all glory to the Lord
Who made everything possible,
Here I am to say thank you
For the things you've done for me,
Ọnụ m apụghị ịkọ ya,
So I sing
matter the weather
Pikin suppose get e mama back
Person when carry you for nine months
Me amma sing for my people
Amma make them proud
Be a good boy
Yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh uh uh
Yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh yeah
Hey mama
Can you please spare me some of that ill nana
Give it to big papa
She say
am a combination of lift every voice and sing
And in the words of Crime Mob as quoted by Urban Negro Philosopher Charlemagne the God
I am always ready
on rose.
Just like Jack and Jill, mama told the jailer
One hear up, and one cool down, leave nothin' for the tailor.
Just like jack and Jill, papa told
on rose.
Just like Jack and Jill, mama told the jailer
One hear up, and one cool down, leave nothin' for the tailor.
Just like Jack and Jill, papa told
keep your money, fame, your pride
Mama raised no fool
we helped her cook the food
with joy she fed us all
that's how we stand so tall
No need for
bag we got in town
I sing for my supper you heard I sung
You step on my hands when I reach for the rung
But now I know about you
Slice and dice sting
you ain't got Jesus with you
Last Supper, you might get fucked by niggas that's eatin' with you
Side bitch was trippin', I fucked but won't spend
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
[Chorus: x3]
Mama always told me (told me)
But papa never showed me (showed me)
So I live the life of a thug
And all I want to do is smoke
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