MAMA
My mama didn't no raise no bitch, okay
My mama didn't no raise no bitch, okay
My mama didn't no raise no bitch, okay
My mama didn't raise no snitch, okay
My mama ain't one to start shit, okay
But, yeah, she is the one to go and end it, okay
If she said it then she meant it
Cop the Glock and then send it
She ain't a actress, no pretendin'
I'm just kiddin', pig, didn't say she did it, shh
Yeah
You ain't
You ain't gotta be a businessman to mind ya business
I don't wanna work it out, I said fuck fitness
Fuck the goin' back and forth, yeah, fuck tennis
You're a fake ass bitch and I am a witness, yeah
If you need me you can call me
What I show you, that is all me
Fuck fake, that shit appalls me
Fuck's sake, like J.K. Rowling
Smoke a blunt under the awning
And then we get to talking
Can't wait until we're balling
And we got all the labels calling, yeah
My mama didn't no raise no bitch, okay
My mama didn't raise no snitch, okay
My mama ain't one to start shit, okay
But, yeah, she is the one to go and end it, okay
If she said it then she meant it
Cop the glock and then send it
She ain't a actress, no pretendin'
I'm just kiddin', pig, didn't say she did it
Smoke a blunt under the awning
And then we get to talking
Can't wait until we're balling
And we got all the labels calling, yeah
My mama didn't no raise no bitch, okay
My mama didn't no raise no bitch, okay
My mama didn't raise no snitch, okay
My mama ain't one to start shit, okay
But, yeah, she is the one to go and end it, okay
If she said it then she meant it
Cop the Glock and then send it
She ain't a actress, no pretendin'
I'm just kiddin', pig, didn't say she did it, shh
Yeah
You ain't
You ain't gotta be a businessman to mind ya business
I don't wanna work it out, I said fuck fitness
Fuck the goin' back and forth, yeah, fuck tennis
You're a fake ass bitch and I am a witness, yeah
If you need me you can call me
What I show you, that is all me
Fuck fake, that shit appalls me
Fuck's sake, like J.K. Rowling
Smoke a blunt under the awning
And then we get to talking
Can't wait until we're balling
And we got all the labels calling, yeah
My mama didn't no raise no bitch, okay
My mama didn't raise no snitch, okay
My mama ain't one to start shit, okay
But, yeah, she is the one to go and end it, okay
If she said it then she meant it
Cop the glock and then send it
She ain't a actress, no pretendin'
I'm just kiddin', pig, didn't say she did it
Smoke a blunt under the awning
And then we get to talking
Can't wait until we're balling
And we got all the labels calling, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Kc Martens
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