Mama, I'm in love again and she's turning your son into a crash-out
Only a matter of time until she finds out
She playing with a real one
All them niggas in her phone gone make me shoot some
Mama, I'm in love again and she's turning your son into a crash-out
I'm thinking you should talk to her
'Fore she finds out
She f*cking with a real one
All them niggas in her phone gone make me shoot some
Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot
Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot
She so high maintenance
She bought stake on our date at Waffle House
Green Skims and Ugg boots
It's 69° out
African Cinderella
She gone make me put the jersey down
Knows how to make me jealous
Doesn't know I'll air this bitch out
She's talking to who?
A football player who got waived
Ma, he's a joke
Always say I do to much
But now I'm about to do the most
I hate calling your phone with shit like this
It couldn't wait
'Cause if it could I wouldn't speak on this
Anyway
If I drop this blunt again, it's up mama
I can't be out here losing sleep over girls, mama
I'm way too playa, mama
You ain't raise a simp, a bitch,
I'm none of these things mama
I'm for real, mama
Mama, I'm in love again and she's turning your son into a crash-out
Only a matter of time until she finds out
She playing with a real one
All them niggas in her phone gone make me shoot some
Mama, I'm in love again and she's turning your son into a crash-out
I'm thinking you should talk to her
'Fore she finds out
She f*cking with a real one
All them niggas in her phone gone make me shoot some
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Mama, I'm in love again and she's turning your son into a crash-out
Only a matter of time until she finds out
She playing with a real one
All them niggas in her phone gone make me shoot some
Mama, I'm in love again and she's turning your son into a crash-out
I'm thinking you should talk to her
'Fore she finds out
She f*cking with a real one
All them niggas in her phone gone make me shoot some
Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot
Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot
She so high maintenance
She bought stake on our date at Waffle House
Green Skims and Ugg boots
It's 69° out
African Cinderella
She gone make me put the jersey down
Knows how to make me jealous
Doesn't know I'll air this bitch out
She's talking to who?
A football player who got waived
Ma, he's a joke
Always say I do to much
But now I'm about to do the most
I hate calling your phone with shit like this
It couldn't wait
'Cause if it could I wouldn't speak on this
Anyway
If I drop this blunt again, it's up mama
I can't be out here losing sleep over girls, mama
I'm way too playa, mama
You ain't raise a simp, a bitch,
I'm none of these things mama
I'm for real, mama
Mama, I'm in love again and she's turning your son into a crash-out
Only a matter of time until she finds out
She playing with a real one
All them niggas in her phone gone make me shoot some
Mama, I'm in love again and she's turning your son into a crash-out
I'm thinking you should talk to her
'Fore she finds out
She f*cking with a real one
All them niggas in her phone gone make me shoot some
Only a matter of time until she finds out
She playing with a real one
All them niggas in her phone gone make me shoot some
Mama, I'm in love again and she's turning your son into a crash-out
I'm thinking you should talk to her
'Fore she finds out
She f*cking with a real one
All them niggas in her phone gone make me shoot some
Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot
Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot
She so high maintenance
She bought stake on our date at Waffle House
Green Skims and Ugg boots
It's 69° out
African Cinderella
She gone make me put the jersey down
Knows how to make me jealous
Doesn't know I'll air this bitch out
She's talking to who?
A football player who got waived
Ma, he's a joke
Always say I do to much
But now I'm about to do the most
I hate calling your phone with shit like this
It couldn't wait
'Cause if it could I wouldn't speak on this
Anyway
If I drop this blunt again, it's up mama
I can't be out here losing sleep over girls, mama
I'm way too playa, mama
You ain't raise a simp, a bitch,
I'm none of these things mama
I'm for real, mama
Mama, I'm in love again and she's turning your son into a crash-out
Only a matter of time until she finds out
She playing with a real one
All them niggas in her phone gone make me shoot some
Mama, I'm in love again and she's turning your son into a crash-out
I'm thinking you should talk to her
'Fore she finds out
She f*cking with a real one
All them niggas in her phone gone make me shoot some
Writer: Jamie Baly
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