| This is a stick-up
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| None of y’all move, none of y’all get hurt
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| None of y’all move, none of y’all get hurt
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| Mamma gon' rise before the sun
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| She gon' bathe her body good
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| Mama gon' put her hair up tight
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| She gonna look at the mirror and sigh
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| Mama gon' iron her uniform
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| She gonna kiss little man goodbye
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| Mamma gonna catch that bus to town
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| She gonna look out the window and sigh
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| Mama gonna hit that door a-sweeping
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| She gon' bleed that oven sweat
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| Mama gon' raise the bosses kids
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| She gon' take care of her own inside
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| Mama gon' disappear
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| Mama gon' disappear
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| Mama gon' disappear
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| Oh no, like magic
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| Mama gon' disappear
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| Mama gon' disappear
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| Mama gon' disappear
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| Oh like magic
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| Little man gon' rise 'fore mama leaves
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| He gon' brush the pearly whites
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| Little man got purpose in his veins
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| Oh he looks at the mirror and grins
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| Little man be wise beyond them years
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| He done made the perfect plan
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| Little man gonna pull off the greatest heist
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| Oh he’s gonna steal his mama back
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| Little man don’t like when she’s invisible
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| Oh he likes to see her smile
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| Little man done grabben them shiny tools
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| Force some liberty on those who refuse
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| Mama gon' disappear
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| Mama gon' disappear
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| Mama gon' disappear
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| Oh no, like magic
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| Mama gon' disappear
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| Mama gon' disappear
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| Mama gon' disappear
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| Oh like magic |