for me, mama Is a rag mama rag, there's nowhere to go Rag mama rag, come on risen up the bow Rag mama rag, where do you roam? Rag mama rag, bring your
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to save him 'Cause I'm the one like I'm Tracy McGrady And I think I love him like Eminem is calling Shady When he call me mama, lil' mama, I call him
, low low low low Whoa, shawty Yea she was worth the money Lil mama took my cash And I ain't want it back The way she bit that rag Got her them paper
my paper like a smart ass class kid Because I'm on top my rap, like an ad lib And you should holler mama, Dolce and Gabbana mama Gotta whole lot o mama
Mama's standin' at the old screen door With a dish rag in her hand Cryin' like I never seen her cry before Like she don't understand why I'm leavin'
Lookin' for ya bitch fool Take one guess she caught up in the rapture Wakin and bakin I need a greatest hits blastin Petal mashin, paper twistin, scrape a engine Rag
rock like that You can get it quick to your head, homeboy I don't think you wanna fuck with me You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama I don't
seem to feel that way See it's like this When you rap people just clap When I rap they shed tears You know this So So C.O Flow Crazy like Britney Spears It is Ask yo mama
just puffin on a dooby it in a can goin doin baby its all that holla holla imma call back and I could see that no matter the way your dress you're a ball rag
be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a million Lord, knows ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin
Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis Rag top
out on the block if he ever made my sisters cry I was O Dog and Lorrenz taste dreams red everything niggas know what i mean Red rag top and i made the
, Stoki) Wam babma, wam bamb'u mandisa (Wahm bamba wahm bamboo mandisa) M'yeke, yeke, yeke, wena (Kha'mye, kha'myeke wena) Yo khala, khala, khala, u mama (Yo khal'u mama
that sweet magnolia time Black eyed Susan made some catfish stew And Papa brought some homemade wine All you southern children like to rock 'n' roll The TV Mamas
pimpin', big money Big dreams, dreams, dreams Big dreams, dreams, dreams Big dreams, dreams You was wrong, mama Shit, I love you but I?m still smokin?, I love you, mama
low low [Verse 3:] Whoa Shawty Yea she was worth the money Lil mama took my cash, And I ain't want it back, The way she bit that rag, Got her them paper
