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young thug - letter to my momma (tabs) lyrics

[hook:]
ohhh this a letter to my momma ohh, yeah
dear momma i love the way you text me
say you love me and take all my pills
i save every pic she sent me even if it’s the same one you know the love
yeah, i want all my features come in cash
you left me with all your problems on my back
this sh+t don’t feel real you gotta get your post back yeah

[verse:]
i ran this sh+t up to the moon and then you love me
and i gotta spend it all by myself, i just bought the mall
i’m deproving all my tеars if you not with me why the f+ck am i herе
hundred racks on me when i’m going in my lear
king kong on me mink for me and my dear
bout my mommy you get sliced to the ear
you came for my heart but it ain’t here
rock the cinco put it on your neck huh
all my sets up pop em deco lay low, like halo blow it up instead tho
she got locked up, she ain’t caught by no red dot
yeah ohh, yeah ohh, wooo, yeahh ohhh
i’m drinking tussin mixed with red on the way home sleeping in your bed
you told me to get money till i’m dead yah
rollie plain, ap plain, yeah extended
neck look like jerryb, jerry springer
neck p+ssy and codeine got a language
yeah thats’s what i went to school for
i make em feel this sh+t, every inch of it
yeah, grabbing a tec ah you boutta get smoked next
serving you flex yah pulled back up and get next yah
the patek phillipe i boutta put on your head
till my momma said pull up on her and we did
i just bought a new birking for you and you can wear
i remember you gave me a bomb said work them slaps yeah
i remember you gave me bucks for these slaps
hit a l!ck and trow a n+gga like mcnabb
i just bought a red birking for you and you can wear
(??) on my ass better hold my cash
imma get the curb in the swerve for you you ain’t gotta ask
momma you can get whatever you want you were my daddy
trynna turn all my sisters to kardashians
throw that bag in the sky i’m trynna sn+tch it yeah
[hook:]
ohh, ohh ohh, woahh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, woah, ohh, ohh, ohh ohh ohh, woahh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, woah, ohh, ohh
ohh, this a letter to my momma ohh, yeah
dear momma i love the way you text me
say you love me and take all my pills
i save every pic she sent me even if it’s the same one you know the love
yeah, i want all my features come in cash
you left me with all your problems on my back
this sh+t don’t feel real you gotta get your post back yeah

- young thug lyrics

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