Lyrics:
Ain't looking for a wife need a freak for tonight
Thick lil mama that can ride this pipe
A secret lover be my late night hype
You can be a lady but
bills
But most of all
There was this little crippled boy's dream fulfilled
I was Mama Teddy Bear's brother and I lived by her and Teddy Bear since
Oh, I
made my dick grow
and now her lawyer's at every show
waitin for me to kick in my dough
But before I go I'm on death row
coz the bitch had too much
watchin' too much of Stephen done got to me
Verses too eas', I'm servin' up by the threes
I'm playin' pool and the pool just connects to the beach
I've
Plotting on licks hitting stains
The mob life runs through my veins
Its too late for me to change
These streets got me deranged
Strapped up
Mama I'm here to Amplify you
Looking like a snack or two, honeymoon that's the mood
Fire & desire I'm a pyromaniac for you
Can we set a date night, late
This one for you
Yeah it’s Yung Dell by the way
Case you aint know
Mama this one for you
For everything that we been through
For everything that we
yeah)
What time we takin' off today? My type of stress (stress)
I send them boys by, but surprise they gon' collect (ooh, yeah)
Ain't seen your ass in
hitting stains
the mob life runs through my veins
its too late for me to change
these streets got me deranged
strapped up and paranoid
ready to add
hitting stains
the mob life runs through my veins
its too late for me to change
these streets got me deranged
strapped up and paranoid
ready to add
partners come along too, they want to bone too
They makin money off my song too (for all my dogs)
Can my partners come along (hey, hey)
Can my partners come
mama side.....
And Ella man she the queen on my mama side
She died late 94 almost 1995
Thanksgiving dinner back in 1999
Aunt Pat Marconi Uncle Danny
shawty you play, you late
Then I move em right outta my way
You cannot stop the rain
Lil mama she liking the wave
And I'm stackin this bread, for all of my
Too many scars my body running out of room mama
What the fuck is I to do mama
They told me money is the jewel mama
But even Steve Jobs still died alone
scared when I speak
And Eye take shit on the chin
Niggas don't listen to Beast
Until it's too late again
(Bitch its too late agian?)
Ol'Ella working
make a soft butt
If they jump off of the bridge don't you follow
I forgive you mama I know you was learning too
Had three kids and was pregnant by
that Car came from under that charge
Free my nigga Head when I bow my head
Late night, when alone, can't sleep
I got too many problems
The weight
self-made
Too late to cower
You want a piece of frea
I'll charge you by the hour
Bring a reference ask about me
I empower
I'm also hiring for all who use
- it's kind of late to go swimming
But you know your mama, she's one of those type of women
That do crazy things, and if she don't get her way, she'll
Wake up Wake up mama
Early morning Monday
Start of the week
Squirrel grinding for her money
'Nother nut in her cheek
You don't have the funds babe
Too many, too many mornings
Gotta wake up soon
Too many, too many mornings, whoa Lord gotta wake up soon
Oh, and eat my breakfast by the light
Too many, too many mornings
Gotta wake up soon
Too many, too many mornings, whoa Lord gotta wake up soon
Oh, and eat my breakfast by the light
and they ran
For putting on the team now you locked in a can
Your bitch jumped ship gettin' rocked by your mans
Where we go wrong this wasn't part
the gat is smoking
It's too late for joking
Hold on
Hod calling hold on
It's too late for joking
Hold on
Hod calling hold on
It's too late for joking
Hold
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