| This song right here, I made this song to… eh
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| Really say what’s on my mind so I hope… ah
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| Nobody gets mad at me for saying what’s on my mind
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| That’s what I’m known for, you know what I mean?
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| Saying what’s really on my mind
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| Yeah! |
| Ay!
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| I don’t think my momma ever loved me
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| Didn’t even hug me, tackled me like rugby
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| I don’t give a fuck, I’m just tired of being lonely
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| When they beat you up I had to go buy me a chrome piece
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| I was only fourteen, maybe 130, soaking wet
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| Three years later I’m at a homeboy’s smoking wet
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| Newport cigarettes, OA English
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| One year later, now I’m higher than a Phoenix
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| Two months later I was GBCin' it
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| Couldn’t wait to see my 98 human beings
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| Light blue regal
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| I was in the streets before you bitch niggas was three thogh
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| Sky blue eagles
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| Momma didn’t see nothing, she was off that old
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| Rocks in my pocket like the bottom of the sea though
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| Had the fiends walking like C-3PO
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| Now momma’s gone and it’s all up to me, so…
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| Hey momma!
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| I saw everything but love
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| Had a struggle growing up
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| Wondered why you don’t hold me in your arms
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| And say that it’s allright
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| Hey momma!
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| The pleasant memories fade away
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| Many things I wish she said to me
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| But I don’t think that momma ever loved me
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| I don’t think that nigga ever loved me
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| I feel it in my tummy, shit’s getting ugly
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| All over a bitch playing games cause she want me
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| Prank calls talking about they really gonna hunt me
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| They don’t understand I was hungry
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| Madesicc they said, but we wasn’t running
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| Got me an investor with a whole lotta money
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| Back on Twitter talking «May 6th coming»
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| About to eat thanksgiving dinner, nigga yummy
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| They played me like a dummy, what…
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| What the fuck you want from me?
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| Felt like it’s a wrap like a mummy
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| Hit 'em up with text messages
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| I wondered what kind of success this is
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| Nigga I was set up
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| 63 days and I watched them throw their set up
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| They never got fed up
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| Life is like a fat ass bitch that won’t shut up
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| Money ain’t everythang, shit can get wet up
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| I don’t think that label ever loved me
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| Maybe it’s a West Coast thang, cause they fucced me
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| Even in my new situation I’m struggling
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| Feeling like nobody on the label even trust me
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| Waiting around till I see if they gon' cut me
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| I’m so giant, rap game’s Kobe Bryant
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| Who would wanna try to touch me?
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| Running for my life again, running for the Heisman
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| Nigga if you’re my brother you won’t hear the fucking lies again
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| Where the fuck is summer? |
| Maybe I’mma fly again
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| Fuck you came with I got a box of Timing
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| Might have to die again, come back to life again
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| Might have to eat your motherfucking wife again
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| Thunder and lightning
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| Standing in the bedroom window, sliding in
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| Give 'em a headache without a vitamin
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| Try again, I think we should start all over
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| Try again, If you say we ain’t starting all over
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| Shame on me again
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| It’s what it is
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| I been through a lot while I was recording this album
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| So within it anyway
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| Everything that I said, man
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| I really mean it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Don't Think My Momma Ever Loved Me , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Song from the album Coathanga Strangla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп