Pick up your phone ’cause this ain’t through
When you come home, mama got a little bone to pick with you
‘Cause I’ve had it up to here with your attitude
Well, you think you can walk all over me?
Well, that just ain’t true
‘Cause I’m done with the disrespect, rolling the neck
Get it in check, ’cause mama ain’t got time
You won’t be screaming no more, slamming the door
Hell to the no, you better step in line
So I’m giving you one pass, and you better make it last
‘Cause the very next time you throw me some sass
I’mma whoop that #ss
Hey, I’mma whoop that #ss
Pick up your clothes, ’cause I ain’t your maid
Got me up waiting, well, you better tell Satan, “Not today”
Well, there’s a certain cell phone I just won’t pay
You might wanna call AT&T, tell ’em your mama don’t play
‘Cause I’m done with you talking your smack, learn how to act
Matter of fact, I think it might be wise
For you to take a step back, you met your match
And don’t let me catch you tryna roll your eyes
You’ve been warned and nicely asked
No respect and get it fast
‘Cause next time I put your black behind on blast
I’mma whoop that #ss
Hey, your mama gon’ whoop that #ss
I’mma whoop that ass
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