Mama's Boy
Pardon me, I bruise too fast, wrong move you gon' lose too fast
Left my bonnet on the dresser so I fell asleep in his Du-rag
Growing up you ain't have no dad, mama's all you had
But it's a shame how she raised you, wish she didn't praise you
Every time you'd do bad
Now you got me, and don't know how to act
Now you got me, now you've got me
Making excuses while you treat me bad
Till I leave, till I leave
I ain't your mama, you can't drive my Honda
Won't give you no paper, I won't see it later
What I look like chasing you down
For money, you owe me now
Just know I hang with them Haitian,partly Jamaican
You gon' know this sound, bow wow
Coming clean about a month ago
Tell me things I already know
Know exactly what you do that for
You want my truth, for your truth
What's the use, you don't love me
No way, that's the proof
Scrolling all through my phone just for clues
If you want me to leave, chuck the duce
Cause digging through dirt can get messy
I pray to God you won't catch me
I lie to you cause you let me
I lie because you won't catch me
You won't check me, no
I ain't your mama, can't drive my Honda
Won't give you no paper, I won't see it later
What I look like chasing you down
For money, you owe me now
Just know I hang with them Haitian's partly Jamaican
You gon' know this sound, bow wow
Left my bonnet on the dresser so I fell asleep in his Du-rag
Growing up you ain't have no dad, mama's all you had
But it's a shame how she raised you, wish she didn't praise you
Every time you'd do bad
Now you got me, and don't know how to act
Now you got me, now you've got me
Making excuses while you treat me bad
Till I leave, till I leave
I ain't your mama, you can't drive my Honda
Won't give you no paper, I won't see it later
What I look like chasing you down
For money, you owe me now
Just know I hang with them Haitian,partly Jamaican
You gon' know this sound, bow wow
Coming clean about a month ago
Tell me things I already know
Know exactly what you do that for
You want my truth, for your truth
What's the use, you don't love me
No way, that's the proof
Scrolling all through my phone just for clues
If you want me to leave, chuck the duce
Cause digging through dirt can get messy
I pray to God you won't catch me
I lie to you cause you let me
I lie because you won't catch me
You won't check me, no
I ain't your mama, can't drive my Honda
Won't give you no paper, I won't see it later
What I look like chasing you down
For money, you owe me now
Just know I hang with them Haitian's partly Jamaican
You gon' know this sound, bow wow
Credits
Writer(s): Celine Spinks
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