Lyrics Mama's Prayer - BbyMutha

Mama's Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to lord this pussy keep
A nigga on my line that know what’s up
Cuz I don’t fuck for free
What that mean for you
Don’t really gotta mean the same for me
As long as bitches gettin it
We got it, I salute a queen
Hoes don’t understand, they say I’m mean
I think I’m short and sweet
I don’t want your man, I want them bands
I’m tryna own the street
He wanna roam the streets
You must be stupid
You tryna compete
I could put you on
And help you eat
You gon settle for beef
Bet
Smokin veggies
Keep ya reggie
That’s my uncle, tho
I might tap it lightly
Just invite me
Ain’t no bougie hoe
Yea
I’m just honest
I done made a couple hunnid
I been tryna stay alive
I’m money, bitches money hungry
Tryna air my dirty laundry
Imma wear that shit regardless
I’m a thot in dirty denim
Silly hoe, can’t even fit em
I don’t flush em when I shit em
I just leave em lookin stupid
I just met him yesterday
He think he love me
OKCupid
I say now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord these bitches keep
My name up out they mouth
Or roll up on me like a swisher sweet
Never been too fly to put a bitch off in a booster seat
I’m rollin off the beans
U in the back where u supposed to be
I could never die
They gon be beefing with the ghost of me
Imma take what’s mine
And make it shine
That’s just the Mo' in me
Imma turn a 4 into a 9
That’s just the Christ in me
I make em fall in love
Before I dub em
That’s the ice in me
Smoking tinky winky
Playing with my nigga slinky
I might suck the shit on soft
He can’t believe it
Think I’m kinky
He a baby, I’m a demon
I be all up in his dreams
He the daddy, I’m the mama
He be all up in my jeans/genes
I say now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my bread to keep
I thought being stable was a fable
I sowed and I reaped
Coulda lost my mind a million times
I kept it discreet
Money makin mutha
Ain’t no other way to be
These bitches can’t even justify they hate for me
I just took a chance with no advance
It was safer to me
I ain’t out here dancing for these crackers
Black matter to me
I’m a g
Hoes could never handle what’s handed to me
I’m my biggest bully
So you hoes ain’t pressing shit but ya luck
I’m in my bag like a Kardashian
I’m keeping it up
These bitches love me with a passion
Want my life and my lust
They wanna use me and abuse me
Who the fuck can I trust
Yea