God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Yo!
Daddy wanted a nut
And he got it
Momma carried you
In the kangaroo pocket
Put it in perspective
Think about it
Now you got it
Everything you ever wanted
You could always go to
Yo Momma
Did a good job with you
Beautiful classy so respectful
Sexy sassy
God blessed you
Anything you wanna do
I'm giving props due to
Yo Momma
Sweeter than the lady name Sadie
All that and a bag of rice
Vegetables and gravy
Soul food preheat the oven 380
R&B babies from the 70s & 80s
Yo Momma
Put a lot of time to get it working
Before the internet
Had everybody twerking
Momma raised her baby girl
To be a strong woman
Can't count on everybody
One person that's for certain
Yo Momma
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Yo Momma
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Uh!
Breakfast was made by
Bills was paid by
Private school tuition
Shoes pants shirt and tie
Did whatever it took to make her son happy and I
Forgot to mention the fact
She did all of that with no damn guy
Gather round like a camp fire
I'm about to tell a story
About a woman who took the stress & strain
And turned it into glory
9 months later a job well done
Daddy's little girl
Or mommas little man
Parenthood could be planned but
Sometimes it isn't
Now she riding on a dollar van
To come see you in prison
Wasn't part of her vision
Consequence of your decision
She used to say you loved the streets too much
You didn't listen
But where ya manz and them at now?
They missing
And all the Nas you hear now
You'd swear It Was Written
Might hashtag "Free You"
But ain't none of em come to see you
Hope that answer the question you asked her for years who cares?
She Do!
Yo Momma
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Yo Momma
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
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God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Yo!
Daddy wanted a nut
And he got it
Momma carried you
In the kangaroo pocket
Put it in perspective
Think about it
Now you got it
Everything you ever wanted
You could always go to
Yo Momma
Did a good job with you
Beautiful classy so respectful
Sexy sassy
God blessed you
Anything you wanna do
I'm giving props due to
Yo Momma
Sweeter than the lady name Sadie
All that and a bag of rice
Vegetables and gravy
Soul food preheat the oven 380
R&B babies from the 70s & 80s
Yo Momma
Put a lot of time to get it working
Before the internet
Had everybody twerking
Momma raised her baby girl
To be a strong woman
Can't count on everybody
One person that's for certain
Yo Momma
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Yo Momma
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Uh!
Breakfast was made by
Bills was paid by
Private school tuition
Shoes pants shirt and tie
Did whatever it took to make her son happy and I
Forgot to mention the fact
She did all of that with no damn guy
Gather round like a camp fire
I'm about to tell a story
About a woman who took the stress & strain
And turned it into glory
9 months later a job well done
Daddy's little girl
Or mommas little man
Parenthood could be planned but
Sometimes it isn't
Now she riding on a dollar van
To come see you in prison
Wasn't part of her vision
Consequence of your decision
She used to say you loved the streets too much
You didn't listen
But where ya manz and them at now?
They missing
And all the Nas you hear now
You'd swear It Was Written
Might hashtag "Free You"
But ain't none of em come to see you
Hope that answer the question you asked her for years who cares?
She Do!
Yo Momma
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Yo Momma
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Yo!
Daddy wanted a nut
And he got it
Momma carried you
In the kangaroo pocket
Put it in perspective
Think about it
Now you got it
Everything you ever wanted
You could always go to
Yo Momma
Did a good job with you
Beautiful classy so respectful
Sexy sassy
God blessed you
Anything you wanna do
I'm giving props due to
Yo Momma
Sweeter than the lady name Sadie
All that and a bag of rice
Vegetables and gravy
Soul food preheat the oven 380
R&B babies from the 70s & 80s
Yo Momma
Put a lot of time to get it working
Before the internet
Had everybody twerking
Momma raised her baby girl
To be a strong woman
Can't count on everybody
One person that's for certain
Yo Momma
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Yo Momma
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Uh!
Breakfast was made by
Bills was paid by
Private school tuition
Shoes pants shirt and tie
Did whatever it took to make her son happy and I
Forgot to mention the fact
She did all of that with no damn guy
Gather round like a camp fire
I'm about to tell a story
About a woman who took the stress & strain
And turned it into glory
9 months later a job well done
Daddy's little girl
Or mommas little man
Parenthood could be planned but
Sometimes it isn't
Now she riding on a dollar van
To come see you in prison
Wasn't part of her vision
Consequence of your decision
She used to say you loved the streets too much
You didn't listen
But where ya manz and them at now?
They missing
And all the Nas you hear now
You'd swear It Was Written
Might hashtag "Free You"
But ain't none of em come to see you
Hope that answer the question you asked her for years who cares?
She Do!
Yo Momma
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Yo Momma
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Writer: Brent Payne, Philip Wronge
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid