Lyrics:
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
We lift our praise as sons and as daughters
Make great the name of our Heavenly Father, and
Jesus, and the Holy Ghost
Salvation was won by the one
and sons-
sing your own songs
Daughters and sons-
got your own songs to sing
Daughters and sons-
there are new songs to sing
Daughters and sons-
sing your own
And sing, O daughter of Zion
Cry out, O child of mine
And dance with all the strength that you can find
For you are finally home
Sing, O son of Zion
Shout, O
a cow
But that's no reason why they can't be friends
Territory folks should stick together
Territory folks should all be pals
Cowboys dance with
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
prayers
Legions of daughters those that you fought for happily curse your name now
Drink from the cup girl and in another world history sings the same vow
Who the Son sets free
Who the Son set free
Who the Son sets free
Pastor comes with the word
Cast all your cares on Him
For He cares for you
The reason
Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons
It's about to be a joyous one
It's Christmas Day, yeah
(And I'm so excited)
I'm so excited to open gifts
(To open all
Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter
If I could hit the notes, I'd blow somethin' as long as my father
To show her how I
wonderin how did I die?
Never understandin the reason why
Estos ciclos son interminables
A no ser que cambiemos los canales
El amor rehace la Historia
La
order to raise the Sun's sons
And confess what we've done
Into a race raised by a K Dot thought
Put me on the spot con mi espalda atras
When I heard true
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
Charger (doot, doot, doot, doot)
Your favorite rappers is my sons, I'm you niggas' fathers
I'm the reason all them niggas tryna spit it harder (hah)
You
for they daughters
They sons
The one's really giving back
Homies that's giving game
Niggas ain't built the same
Number one reason my windows so tinted
glory resound
Oh ah oh
Oh ah oh
Oh ah oh
The reason we breathe (oh ah oh) is to sing of his glory
And for all he has done (oh ah oh) praise the father
pictures drew
And one became this lonely soul
Who sits here now
And sings this song to you
And the sons become the fathers
And the daughters will be
Yeah this one right here goes out
To all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms jackson (oh) , I am
god damn)
You niggas hating don't make sense
Because they all sound like me (Aye)
Ya been actin' like my sons and
I'm as proud as can be
(Proud as can
wanna see all ya'll niggaz D.I.E
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real
wanna see all ya'll niggaz D.I.E
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real
the attention that she
Needs cause they'd rather
Focus on their jobs and
Climb the corporate ladder
Which basically tells their daughter
That she doesn't matter
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