Lyrics:
in my locker
To the next class don't wanna be late
Finna ask Brenda on a little date
I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs
Took her to a mud match
late
Too late for mama
It's too late for them Diepsloot peoples
Reboot sequel equals unequal
See through Caesars serial misleaders
Cyril there's potholes
'em
I'm obsessed with objection
And I'd probably blame Common
For my resurrection i used to love her too
So when I'm in the booth
We do what lovers do
Too late
Too late for mama
Ten kilometres barefooted in the bush
Started raining on the way to fetch some water
Poor woman had a baby on her back
of house let's play a game of it
Is you wit it? Hide and go get it, I betcha love it baby
I'll play the daddy and you can play the mama
So we can get down
was always hating, for real though
Never stress about the lil s***
Cause I got bigger reasons to live
Be real about the s*** I'm too real
I done came
big, livin' out her lies
Wants it all, mama's fallen angel
Lose it all, rollin' the dice of her life
Too much too soon
Or just a little too late
big, livin' out her lies
Wants it all, mama's fallen angel
Lose it all, rollin' the dice of her life
Too much too soon
Or just a little too late
many influenced by the funeral procession
Mama marchin' to her death, and never viewed a single blessing
Plenty lifetime full of struggle, my mother
watch ya gyal
Yuh pum pum a jump like a frog for a john
Cause me fuck you so good you say "Oh God
Oh God"
You cum just by thinking about how me
Ram it
eyes on scan
For the click, clack, clap or the boop, bop, bam, 'cause
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up
of the suite life makin' Brenda Songs
It's too many bad memories stuck on repeat of somebody gone
That I love very dearly as of physically prayed it was for long
, mama, bye-bye
Oh, bye-bye. Oh, bye-bye, baby, bye-bye
It's too late for you to cry
You had a good thing, oh, and you misused it, yes you did
Yes you
bitches!
fucking with these ghetto 1 800 hoe bitches!
Ha, ha, ha, see y'all niggas don't understand,
y'all too busy watching Ricki Lake, and Montel
away and left me left me all by my
Left me all by my left me all by myself
Now it's your turn to cry
Pay for your mistakes i want you to know
It's just
you wanna join us too
I'll even maybe cum in you
Well too late I just came inside yo mama
In yo mama, in yo mama
In yo mama, in yo ma mamama mama
My
Ngo thando lwakho,
Mama ngiybonga ngo thando lwakho (mama wam)
Thank you Mama, for the things u do
Thank you Mama, for the care you give
Thank you
like I was greatest
I told my mama that I'm gonna make it
I swear all these niggas, man, they hated
I pay them no mind, they're not phasing me
I've been
Wanna hear some funky Dixieland pretty mama come on take me by the hand
Hey, did you hear, about the one that got away
They say, he looked left
off the fat of the land
Mama she died too young
Papa and me we stayed on the run
Gave up my mama's words for a life on the run
Gave up my mama's words
know what you're thinkin', it's kinda late to go swimmin'
But you know your mama, she's one of those type of women
That do crazy things, and if she
the trap
This crooked ass system set for me
And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be
The one that set examples that was never set for me
I'm living
shit we ain't never had
Want a crib for my mama and my grandma too
Got this God-given gift so there ain't nothing left to do
But write from the soul
woadie
They got me up late sittin' by the window with my 40
Long live Ronnie B, long live TD
The streets so dirty
I told my mama don't worry 'bout me
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