Mama I’m sorry
I ain’t livin’ like you want me to
I swear you’ve got a probleeeeem
I swear I ain’t got nothing left to prove
I don’t got no time for you today
I’m not in that kind of mood today
Play your role proper
Ain’t like your b#llsh#t gon’ stop us
Caramel in Bahamas
I don’t like that drama
You be bringing out here
Keep your Moncler, Issa cold winter
Winner circle white, never been cleaner
Seeing all the hate in the rear view mirror
I ain’t been to church in a while I’m a sinner
I ain’t a saint, no no no no
Keep your complaints, oh no no no
Yes I’m trouble in a gift box, oh
I’ve got the keys in a tight spot, oh
I’m believing in a night [?]
I like to keep all the light box off
Keep on stylin’, keep on pilin’
All that money you’ll be thankful
I think you greatful
For all the sh#t I’ve pulled through
All the sh#t I’ve been through
Pull up in a [?]
Pull up in a lambo
Oh mama, I’m sorry
I ain’t livin’ like you want me to
And you’ve always got a f#cking problem
I swear I ain’t got nothing left to prove
And I don’t got no time for you today keep that sh#t
And I don’t got no time for you today keep that sh#t on the low-low
I don’t want to hear it no more no
Mama, ain’t livin’ like you want me to
Mama
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