Even though I know it's been tough I can't stress enough no matter what, mama I love you You've always been there by my side You've taught the wrong from the right, mama I love you This for you (uh) there ain't one day that go by where I don't think

I can't wait to blow on you I can't wait to blow You shitted on me I, I don't be stressin' these hoes I just pour liquor for niggas, that's it I do not fuck with you though And I can't wait to blow on you 2006, these niggas hated

We all got a past now 'Cause baby I'm the best (yeah, yeah) I don't need you to be perfect (yeah) You just gotta leave it in the past now (yeah) So cancel out your ex (yeah, yeah) And let 'em know I'm next (yeah, yeah) And cancel out your stress (yeah,

These niggas don't know the half Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress These niggas don't know the half (show time) Gettin' high for the low, shit was bad (Talk to 'em, rewind now) It's a Friday, I'm 'bout to go off Got my chains on and I'm 'bout to

No, no (say no to this) I don't know how to say no to this (Yes) say no to this (no) There is nowhere I can go (go, go, go) There's nothing like summer in the city Someone under stress meets someone looking pretty There's trouble in the air, you can

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

Over the edge I feel, For you Don't worry 'cause I've got you Don't stress My life seems to be headed I am here at the crossroad I got my life as heading I don't know. Should I stay or should I go

Leonardo DiCaprio Break up with a text Bitch, I write a check Watch me with a chick Take off in a jet So I just never stress I don't know what's next, yeah I don't want my ex, no Girl, you know the rest (bye, bye hoe)

That pride is the hardest thing to swallow, you can't help it That pride shit a motherfucker, that pride shit be deadly I know you 'bout that stressin' 'cause your daughter 'bout to be seven Even though the streets don't love nobody we stay true to the

I'm lovin' it (Go, go, girl) Well don't just sit there girl Don't you love it too? It carries pain and so must stress But you got to let it go Just close your eyes I'll grab your waist Next think you know you have your pace