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hey mama - bluee lyrics

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[hook: bluee]
look how much we grown
ain’t that homie from my past life
told my mom i’m on the radio
they playing your son, yeah that’s right

look how much we grown
ain’t that homie from my past life
told my mom i’m on the radio
they playing your son, yeah that’s right

[verse 1: bluee]
made it out the bedroom studio, feel like i’m losing my d*mn mind
nothing left to lose, nothing left to lose so d*mn why
told my pops i’m going a different route, rocketman soaring the d*mn sky
only thing i do is keep it true, been a trooper this whole d*mn time

with that being said, man honestly i been the m.v.p, n0body topping me
ain’t hard to see the difference in our caliber but still they sleep
hard to keep a straight face when i’m looking at my enemies ‘cause y’all some jokers
while y’all hate i’m stacking up on h*lla p’s, it’s raining

fresh up on the scene, it’s a catastrophe
one too many people turned their backs on me
all good though, all y’all left me in the dust but still i rose
[hook: bluee]
look how much we grown
ain’t that homie from my past life
told my mom i’m on the radio
they playing your son, yeah that’s right

look how much we grown
ain’t that homie from my past life
told my mom i’m on the radio
they playing your son, yeah that’s right

[verse 2: stepken]
deep down into my soul, i know baby what needed me for
i can never tell a lie, i know you’ll be great
mama told me i ain’t need n0body

since a youngin they said i’ll never make it
i don’t never settle wishes, i just get there and whip it
that’s why y’all drowning in your feelings ‘cause your sk!ll is rigged
working on my craft, sleep, i don’t speak that language

i been going hard, spinning my life around while y’all talking on my biz
finna cop me a foreign and pull up on your haters clique
next i’m gonna purchase a crib like on a lake away and put my family there

get one thing, two or three
people gonna see that and never let it go
same one call me bro, stab my back on the road
[hook: bluee]
look how much we grown
ain’t that homie from my past life
told my mom i’m on the radio
they playing your son, yeah that’s right

look how much we grown
ain’t that homie from my past life
told my mom i’m on the radio
they playing your son, yeah that’s right

- bluee lyrics

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