Lyrics:
say, mama sa, mama see you sa
(Mama say, mama sa, mama see you sa)
Mama say, mama sa, mama see you sa
(Mama say, mama sa, mama see you sa)
Naughty by
a gun but never got shot wit' one
So what you got a daughter
And you love her nigga
Fuck her grandfather's son
This nigga daughter prolly stupid
Cause her
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
a trillion times
Me and yo' daughter, got a special thing going on
(We got a special kind of thing going on)
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full
times
Me and yo' daughter, got a special thing going on
(We got a special kind of thing going on)
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
times
Me and yo' daughter, got a special thing going on
(We got a special kind of thing going on)
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
times
Me and yo' daughter, got's this thing going on
(We got a special kind of thing going on)
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope
times
Me and yo' daughter, got a special thing going on (we got a special kind)
(Of thing going on) You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
first steps off the river
On to the banks, banks, banks, banks, banks, banks
I said, little babies, by way of some reed, some reed, some reeds
Some reeds
time that he harmed her
But the little bully man turned her to a martyr
Who can mama call when a man hits her daughter
Who you supposed to call when
ain't the one who laid down
She wanna rib you up to start a custody war
My lawyers stay down
Shit you never got a chance to hear my
Side of the story we
a while mister D.J.
Why don't you please spend one of them a songs
Will you listen to me please
And spend me a song by the late Jimmy Reed
Will you
the reeds are eyes that peek
Voices I can't understand
Flamingos flying endlessly
Into the silent sky
Daughter of the Everglades
You never made it
the reeds are eyes that peek
Voices I can't understand
Flamingos flying endlessly
Into the silent sky
Daughter of the Everglades
You never made it
there I would've took them shots
You ain't even the kind of nigga that would get shot
Exclusive Jay, Jimmy, people open up your ears hear me
Ain't
like I'm in Autumn
All you jokers spitting nada nada nada
6 minutes and I still gotta mama mothafuckin' problem
Calm down, calm down
Yeah we're
bands
Baby you know im the man
Pop it Pop it Pop it
She guna do it for bands
I know you got a daughter at Home
So you workin on the pole
I know you so
listened, ain't no use in trying now
All were doings' getting older and our
Welcome and our warnings wearing out
Jimmy's babies mama's got him lawyered up one
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
the better question is who's really teaching sons
You see, while you're on your 9 to 5
Jimmy's home alone just feeding on Lucifer's lies
Then you act surprised
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
understand but mamas got a plan
Nothings unattainable, if you breathing then that means you can
This one's for my daughters for my daughters, for my baby girls
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
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