Mama wrote a letter to her papa
And he didn't even read it
Saw him on the street, he didn't even mention
Mama love her man, give him all of her time
And her freedom, common sense
And her motherf*cking pension
Mama love her son, mama love her son
Mama love her son, mama love her son
But when it come to mama love
Shit, it's all tied up, dried up
Cried out and her daughter can't get none
Don't you cry for me, don't you cry for me
'Cause girl, I'm good and when I grow up
I'll come back for you, you know
You know I would, you know I would
If I could, you know I would
Don't you cry for me, don't you cry for me
'Cause girl, I'm good and when I grow up
I'll come back for you, you know
I'll raise you good, I'll raise you good
I'll raise you good, I'll raise you good
I'll raise you good, I'll raise you good
I'll raise you good
If I could
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