Lyrics:
Momma was
Roaming on her
Own
Moving home to
Home
We was all
We know
Momma
She taught me
What you want
To know
What you don't
Come get your
Fortune
momma
And I know you're working hard
And you're feeling so depressed
But i'm tryna my hardest to lift this off your chest
Momma
(Momma)
I'm tryna make you
Momma thing
She would always tuck you in for bed
Wake up in the morning with a pounding head
Get you ready for school
And send you on your way
It's
1k
Yeah
This one for my momma I'm sorry
For things I did to people who crossed me
You say you wish you knew when you lost me
I was momma's little boy
Momma don’t know we grindin'
Poppa don’t know we geekin'
Geekin' ya
Momma don’t know we grindin'
Poppa don’t know we eatin'
Eatin' ya
Momma don’t
Momma told me
Stay away from drug dealers
Cuz she knew one day that I might Odee
Said it's in my Gene's now
Guess that I'm a fiend now
Cuz I'm
boom boom
Shake it through the roof roof
Me I kinda love it I really fucking do do
Wine
What your momma gave you
Wiggle with that
Boom boom
I just wanna
Go Go Go Go
Go Go Go Go
Go Go Go Go
Go Go Go Go
Go Go Go Go
Baby baby shake it momma
Shake it mamma shake it momma
Baby baby shake it momma
Shake it
Momma was a
Gypsy
Roaming on her
Own
Moving home to
Home
We was all we
Know
Momma was a
Gypsy
She taught me
What you want
To know
What you don't
I knew my momma was Santa clause
We ain’t even have a chimney but still we had plenty
And she would just play it it off
Like how y’all getting so
the pictures
Frontin' in the photos for the gram
We know we know
We already know
Fake nigga put it to sleep
Send your ass to your momma
Put your ass on your
(Momma Imma be a star)
(Momma Imma be a star)
(Star)
Momma
You should wear a badge of pride
I am proud of you
And I am thankful for this life
Momma
I
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Momma I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma just hung her head and said, son
Papa was
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Every once in a while, you gotta unjade and just
Shake the snow globe, yeah
You ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
If you step in my HOOD watch us pull out a knife on a bitch
On my momma
All my niggas stay deep in the drip you might just hit a lick
On my momma
I
Louise
If Momma was married
We'd live in a house
As private as private can be
Just Momma, three ducks, five canaries,
A mouse, two monkeys, one
move
Bum bila bamba
Brake them bones kungfu panda
Twende tukazime taa nikakate shanga
Yeah
If you dance for me gal, momma nawo nawo
Dance for me gal,
that’s pure
Sometimes I drive the speed limit
With the radio off
Hope I ain’t noddin off
And that’s when I got the call
From my Momma
Nobody gon love you
Back through the years
I go wonderin' once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put
Back through the years
I go wonderin' once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put
mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma?
I'ma make you look so
know that I know that you show
Something is tearing up your mind.
Tell me, momma,
Tell me, momma,
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with
bitch
Chorus:
Yo momma told me that you was a hoe
Tell baby, is it really so
Yo momma told me you's a freak
Everynight and every week
[AMG]
Baby, I know
Momma Momma
I fear you reared your daughter wrong, whoa, yes you did
Momma Momma, Momma Momma
I fear you reared your daughter wrong, whoa yeah
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