Get a call from my mom, one love/
Or know them testament verses
Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,
And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay
At least not until my mom leaves
Way too big for my my fucking jeans
Full of shit, like i ate that john
So i thanks for my mom
The jiggas and the tips
My mom gave me two selections
And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you
Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do
Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk
What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand
I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday
He’s clearly not the one my mom expected on mother’s day
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