I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama No stress, no drama, her kids hatin, they know I fucked their mama Ok, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true that (true that) Don't call me daddy, only she can do that Ok, me and yo mama be fuckin, boy you

You are appreciated Don't ya know we love ya? Sweet lady Place no one above ya, sweet lady Don't ya know we love ya? And dear mama And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand

2018, it came with auto-park Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemar Never leave my niggas, I love all of y'all Takin' all these drugs like I'm a rockstar Hi-Tech and that Act, I don't drink Wockhardt I didn't have a car, I used to walk far Now I'm standing

Could you be loved and be loved? Could you be loved, wo now! and be loved? (Could you be, could you be, could you be loved?) Don't let them change ya, oh! Or even rearrange ya! Oh, no! (Could you be loved, could you be loved?) Say something! Reggae,

Every time I see you I can't look away and I can't pass through You're like an early morning Monday Bringing me down messing with my mood I'd love to say I could hold myself together But I can't help but come unglued You're like a wreck out on the

Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly? If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky For the trillest, for the trillest As the champagne boils and the campaigns roar And the lights shine bright every night that plug,

Hallelujah Day sing hallelujah, Hallelujah day sing hallelujah. Hallelujah Day sing hallelujah, love is on its way. It's coming to ya, children gather round now, Clap your hands and sing. That old sun is shining down, Soon the bells are gonna ring. Can't

God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

Money make you handsome, even if you're ugly Money make her fuck me, she wanna fuck my money All my bitches love me, they love me for one thing Money keep her coming, so I'ma keep some money So I'ma keep some money They love me for one thing, huh So I'ma

Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that But I'm weak, and what's wrong with that? One sip, bad for me One hit, bad for me One kiss, bad for me But I give in so easily And no thank you is how it should've gone I should stay strong I'm weak, and what's