I LUH YOU MOM - girly. Remix
You're welcome
Woah mommy's lil boy died a long time ago
Oldest ups be the lowest of them lows
Now we up ma now we on that go
Post perfection, most respected
She likes all my songs, she might call me wrong
When I say I'm done, its been way too long
Prolly think I'm bluffin'
Think I'm up to somethin'
Chalk it up to nothin'
Trynna catch me slumped in
Lets see if the glove fits
Lets see if the glove fits
Momma's lil boy died a very long time ago
I talked to god straight from heaven he told me "revive my soul"
Think like a child and act like an adult, my mind so broke
My momma said "do what you love and love what you do"
So thats what I do 'cuz that's what she spoke
Breakin' news, it didn't
Come through, we chillin'
Let go of feelings, live in
The present like
Send that bitch on
Put that shit on yuh
Let me move on, let me move on yuh
Let me get on, let me get on yuh
It's no problem to me, it's no problem to
It's no problem to me, it's no problem to
Me
Woah mommy's lil boy died a long time ago
Oldest ups be the lowest of them
Now we up ma now we on that go
Post perfection, most respected
She likes all my songs, she might call me wrong
When I say I'm done, its been way too long
Prolly think I'm bluffin'
Think I'm up to somethin'
Chalk it up to nothin'
Trynna catch me slumped in
Lets see if the glove fits
Lets see if the glove fits
Woah mommy's lil boy died a long time ago
Oldest ups be the lowest of them lows
Now we up ma now we on that go
Post perfection, most respected
She likes all my songs, she might call me wrong
When I say I'm done, its been way too long
Prolly think I'm bluffin'
Think I'm up to somethin'
Chalk it up to nothin'
Trynna catch me slumped in
Lets see if the glove fits
Lets see if the glove fits
Momma's lil boy died a very long time ago
I talked to god straight from heaven he told me "revive my soul"
Think like a child and act like an adult, my mind so broke
My momma said "do what you love and love what you do"
So thats what I do 'cuz that's what she spoke
Breakin' news, it didn't
Come through, we chillin'
Let go of feelings, live in
The present like
Send that bitch on
Put that shit on yuh
Let me move on, let me move on yuh
Let me get on, let me get on yuh
It's no problem to me, it's no problem to
It's no problem to me, it's no problem to
Me
Woah mommy's lil boy died a long time ago
Oldest ups be the lowest of them
Now we up ma now we on that go
Post perfection, most respected
She likes all my songs, she might call me wrong
When I say I'm done, its been way too long
Prolly think I'm bluffin'
Think I'm up to somethin'
Chalk it up to nothin'
Trynna catch me slumped in
Lets see if the glove fits
Lets see if the glove fits
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Fair, Nick Hester
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