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my mama - bishop lamont lyrics

pretty
brown
eyes

[verse one]:
wouldn’t be no me without you
when pops up and split it was just us two
scr-pping and strugglin’, strugglin’ and scr-pping
no matter how bad it got we always make it
in the yellow cadillac, yeah you remember that
drop us off at school with the brown paper lunch sack
never let us starve, never went hungry
always had a meal even with no money
used to give us haircuts, had us lookin’ wrong
gave me an s curl, you left it in too long
got to wear a hat to school, teachers say take it off
got clowned bad whole cl-ss laughed they -ss off
couldn’t wait for three o’clock had to get home
i love my mama, that’s why i wrote this song

[hook] [mike ant]:
my mama, always be
my favorite girl in this world to me
my mama, real o.g
don’t you say nothin’ bad about my mama
if it had not been for you i wouldn’t be
my mama, and i never wanna see you cry
those pretty brown eyes

[verse two]:
it’s gettin’ close to the evening, mama in the kitchen
hookin’ up the gravy and the chicken
wanna go and play, see the homies on they bikes
mama like, “you better come home before it’s night.”
a little hard head, i never wanna listen
here come mama with a belt and she trippin’
whoop my -ss out, up and down the sidewalk
all the way home and you bet’ not backtalk
strong black woman, raisin’ two sons
did it on your own you didn’t need no one
we went through the ups and downs, yeah we had to move around
but no matter what you always held us down
so it didn’t matter when my daddy wouldn’t bother
i always had my mama

[verse three]:
i love my mama
hug my mama
forgive me for my childhood drama
all the bullsh-t in the streets
run ins with police
givin’ you unnecessary grief
talk back in att-tude, suckin’ on my t–th
thought i was a man, try to brussle up at ya
dumb -ss me on the road to disaster
feelin’ cursed, my heart hurts, it only got worse
remember when i stole from ya purse?
turn to the streets lookin’ for a role model
daddy wasn’t there but the homie’s got a bottle
boys leadin’ boys cause ain’t no real men to follow
without you there i would’ve never seen tomorrow
so i’mma make it up, forgive me for the sorrow

- bishop lamont lyrics

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