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Momma, momma I love my momma I love my momma! Through all the drama, Momma, momma I love my momma Check it out The first one to hold me
Momma.. MOMMA.. I love my momma I LOVE MY MOMMA.. Through all the drama.. Momma.. MOMMA.. I love my momma Check it out The first one to hold
My momma, my momma, my momma My momma, my momma, my momma momma My momma, My momma, my momma momma Grace under (thank you) Respect and honor
Streets On Lock 2 man y'all know we Been had the streets on lock QC in the building man takeoff I told my momma I'ma see a hunnid bands I told my
a dud, Jimmy." Jimmy: "Shutup, Tracy." Tracy: "You shutup." [Door opens, walks over] Momma: "Lunch time kids." [Kids yelling happily] Momma: "I made some
[J.N.:] "You go." [Jimmy:] "Ahhhh, jacknife!" [Tracy:] "That was a dud, Jimmy." [Jimmy:] "Shutup, Tracy." [Tracy:] "You shutup." [Momma:] "Lunch
Baby Mommas Baby Mommas Baby Mommas Fell in love with Baby Mommas Baby Mommas Baby Mommas Baby Mommas Fell in love with Baby Mommas Want hibachi
Momma, momma, momma, momma Momma, momma, momma, momma Momma, momma, momma, momma, momma, momma My momma told me to be (Momma, momma, momma, momma
Momma, momma, momma, momma Momma, momma, momma, momma Momma, momma, momma, momma, momma, momma My momma told me to be (Momma, momma, momma, momma
Momma I apologize for every grey hair I'm responsible for on your head Hope that I wasn't too bad Hope I can make up for that We use to have some
I thank the lord for my momma momma I go to war for my momma momma I will stand tall for my momma momma I'll risk it all for my momma momma I go work
All right, Hmm Momma's little baby loves clambake, clambake Momma's little baby loves clambake too Momma's little baby loves clambake, clambake
Hey lil momma how you doin. What’s the career you are pursuing She say she wanna be a doctor Well I can see it in your posture The way you sit is
My Momma ain't raised no ho My niggas they wrap that dough These niggas ain't got no ho They runnin' and kickin' in doors My Momma ain't raised no ho
If you feel this, put your handz up in the sky Momma Say Momma Sah Dah Mah Koo Sah It's so live and I know you feel the vibe Momma Say Momma Sah Dah
The devils a lie but you love to meet him You fail in the flesh but you fight to feed him Ain't gone lie pop I just don't believe'm Lalalalalala Oh momma
This ones for all my mothers All over the world No matter where you are This ones for you Whoa momma momma see you gotta make it (Woah) Woah momma
My momma know I hustle my momma I’m gutter My momma don’t want me to end Up like my fucking brother My momma know I hustle my momma I’m gutter My momma
I'm a momma’s boy, but my daddy’s son I know I enjoy living on the run Call me for the countdown 3-2-1 I'm a momma’s boy, but my daddy’s son Momma
Oh, I'm not coming home Momma Coming home momma Not coming home momma Let me Send you a picture baby Paint you a song Momma Don't think I'll ever
armour wrap em up like an enchilada Don't associate it with no informer go tell your baby momma Got sick beats I don't need drama Don't say a word unless
Mmm mmm mmm mmm m mmm m mm mm mm Yea yea That’s what my momma told That’s what my momma told me Gotta go get it out the mud That’s what my momma
Lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle's momma Straight out of tailor, Joe C. Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch, she's the biggist bitch I know and she stinks like
a sense, when momma used to say "Child, when you finish you better light a candle 'Fore you park this bitch" I light the cartridge, need to spark
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