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mr mo (usa) – ooo mama lyrics

[hook]
mom’s prayer
(in yoruba)

[verse 1]
i hate it when you talk about the jay’s i buy
yeah i know your job keeping you till late at night
mama please can you put on your gold hijab
your grey hair is telling me your days are near
i don’t know what i should be doing with my life
you said go to school you’ll be doing alright
but i swear to god if i make it today we moving outta here and we going away
we having buffet like it’s your birthday
and every time i see you imma touch my toes
and imma lie down flat just to get my blessings
cause my way to heaven is right under your toes
mama f-ck your foes, f-ck your foes
one more time i said f-ck your foes
cause if anybody tries to cross your lane
20 man must have to fall that day
we gotta the chopper ready mama
should we spray them heavy?
should we calm down already
you taught me how to forgive
you taught me how to be king
you taught me to never look down on a man
we never thought we’d be living this life
we always thought our future was bright
we always thought we controlled everything and everyone around us
but we came to the us
and now we ride in a prius
and now you working for 12 dollar 99
but your your whole life you was the boss
but now you ain’t even making enough
imma respect you till the day you die
looking at my life
i can’t repay you
you’ll always come before everything in my life
including my wife

[hook]
mom’s prayer
(in yoruba)

[verse 2]
hey mama
the world out here is crazy mama
can you come back to see me mama
i miss your smile
i miss your frown i can’t even lie
i’m ignorant yeah i need to know
you need to take care and live with god
i’m getting older i’ll need a wife
someone like you is hard to find
the bond itself is hard to bind
they still say that love is blind
cause it never really walked across their mind
uh
look mama
see me mama
i’m tryna make it with this rap game
i want more money more fame more cars more girls more broads big houses cute wife and 4 kids and more broads more houses and more kids (you want) ?
i want things that money can’t buy
people be asking me tryna know why
people be asking me tryna know how
you gon wake one day and say wow
i’m really out here tryna make you proud
lot of street boys out here smoking loud
ain’t do that
ain’t do c-ke
even alcohol with no dope
you know ma ain’t no bad boy
i could be a good boy and roll with bad boys
still not interested in they bad toys
and imma always stay truly yours

[hook]
mom’s prayer
(in yoruba)

- mr mo usa lyrics

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