She think I'm dumb but my diamonds go dumber
Don't gat time bout racks like obama
She live in the B she a bahama mama
She like to argue she all bout that drama
She want the prada but she giving trauma
She pointing fingers she know she the problem
She a baddie that still ain't no good
Stress goin' up to roof
She say that she Christian well hop in your book
She never satisfied she never happy right bro like what more can I do?
I gatta leave her I'm sticking with Jesus like girl I ain't stressin' bout you no more
Did you catch that?
5 months stuck where the stress at
Know that I'm blessed yeah
Chosen by the King I'm blessed yeah
Gave you my best yeah
Wasn't enough so you went to the next yeah
Baby girl like hell cats
Only in it for check she reckless
She wanna E-N-D me
I'm all about G-O-D
She all about S-H-E
So she gatta be without me
Like where's my BSB at Lord?
Where the BSB's at?
Where the BSB's at?
I'm tryna T up where the TNB at?
Flax covered can't E-N-D that
And I ain't even finished ain't see all of me yet
I do what he say when he talk that's a bet
And shawty be living a lie for the net
I'm walking around with that remedy, God in me curing my dawgs bro I feel a vet
Horoscope talking and city girl walking she struttin' with a jezebel fit
I ain't sayin I'm perfect but I'm still a Holyboy can't even associate with it
Man I done told her for certain she still gat a purpose she ain't gatta live how she living
Always wanna put on a show for the gram the glitz and the glam she wanna take a flick
That Bahama Mama
You could miss me with that drama
That Bahama Mama yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah that Bahama Mama
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She think I'm dumb but my diamonds go dumber
Don't gat time bout racks like obama
She live in the B she a bahama mama
She like to argue she all bout that drama
She want the prada but she giving trauma
She pointing fingers she know she the problem
She a baddie that still ain't no good
Stress goin' up to roof
She say that she Christian well hop in your book
She never satisfied she never happy right bro like what more can I do?
I gatta leave her I'm sticking with Jesus like girl I ain't stressin' bout you no more
Did you catch that?
5 months stuck where the stress at
Know that I'm blessed yeah
Chosen by the King I'm blessed yeah
Gave you my best yeah
Wasn't enough so you went to the next yeah
Baby girl like hell cats
Only in it for check she reckless
She wanna E-N-D me
I'm all about G-O-D
She all about S-H-E
So she gatta be without me
Like where's my BSB at Lord?
Where the BSB's at?
Where the BSB's at?
I'm tryna T up where the TNB at?
Flax covered can't E-N-D that
And I ain't even finished ain't see all of me yet
I do what he say when he talk that's a bet
And shawty be living a lie for the net
I'm walking around with that remedy, God in me curing my dawgs bro I feel a vet
Horoscope talking and city girl walking she struttin' with a jezebel fit
I ain't sayin I'm perfect but I'm still a Holyboy can't even associate with it
Man I done told her for certain she still gat a purpose she ain't gatta live how she living
Always wanna put on a show for the gram the glitz and the glam she wanna take a flick
That Bahama Mama
You could miss me with that drama
That Bahama Mama yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah that Bahama Mama
Don't gat time bout racks like obama
She live in the B she a bahama mama
She like to argue she all bout that drama
She want the prada but she giving trauma
She pointing fingers she know she the problem
She a baddie that still ain't no good
Stress goin' up to roof
She say that she Christian well hop in your book
She never satisfied she never happy right bro like what more can I do?
I gatta leave her I'm sticking with Jesus like girl I ain't stressin' bout you no more
Did you catch that?
5 months stuck where the stress at
Know that I'm blessed yeah
Chosen by the King I'm blessed yeah
Gave you my best yeah
Wasn't enough so you went to the next yeah
Baby girl like hell cats
Only in it for check she reckless
She wanna E-N-D me
I'm all about G-O-D
She all about S-H-E
So she gatta be without me
Like where's my BSB at Lord?
Where the BSB's at?
Where the BSB's at?
I'm tryna T up where the TNB at?
Flax covered can't E-N-D that
And I ain't even finished ain't see all of me yet
I do what he say when he talk that's a bet
And shawty be living a lie for the net
I'm walking around with that remedy, God in me curing my dawgs bro I feel a vet
Horoscope talking and city girl walking she struttin' with a jezebel fit
I ain't sayin I'm perfect but I'm still a Holyboy can't even associate with it
Man I done told her for certain she still gat a purpose she ain't gatta live how she living
Always wanna put on a show for the gram the glitz and the glam she wanna take a flick
That Bahama Mama
You could miss me with that drama
That Bahama Mama yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah that Bahama Mama
Writer: Keon Stuart
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