Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mommy, artist - KOTA The Friend. Album song FOTO, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FLTBYS
Song language: English
Mommy |
You ain’t gotta change |
You ain’t gotta play the game |
Why you want to be like everybody else? |
Boy, get your belt |
Either that, or I’ma get it for you |
I better see some good grades or I’ma put it on you |
You insecure and it don’t make sense |
You cute, smart, funny and skilled |
I know some people that would kill for your talent |
But you tripping over shit we can’t afford |
This recession time |
Better count your blessings, slime |
You know how we living |
You be eating at your auntie’s |
She got food up in her kitchen |
It won’t be this way forever |
But right now that’s how it is |
And if I could get you everything |
Shit, I probably would |
Then again I wouldn’t |
'Cause it wouldn’t do you good |
You better than a Yankee fitted |
You better than some Uptowns |
You better than your bad decisions |
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set |
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you |
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set |
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you |
You remind me of your dad |
'Cause you ain’t shit |
Every day you in this class |
And your grades shit |
Dumb nigga, what the fuck is going on? |
Is you stupid, what is you doing? |
Why I let 'em hit it raw? |
I feel sorry for the both of us |
And I don’t even mean to hurt your feelings |
I’m sorry, I’m just going through it |
Let’s go and get those Jordans you wanted |
'Cause I can spend a few hundred |
My son the flyest nigga in the school |
Never see him in no off-brand |
You know I’ma put you in them Gucci’s for the fall dance |
I been working late |
'Cause I gotta get this money |
Overtime so you won’t be out here looking bummy |
I’ll be damned |
We gon' be the freshest if I got to run a scam |
We don’t even conversate with broke ones |
If the fit wack, then you show these niggas no love |
'Bout to hit the club for the night |
Here hold something |
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set |
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you |
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set |
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you |
I wish I had a mommy |
I wish I had some clean clothes |
I wish I had a family that gave a fuck |
I wish I had a bed |
I wish my shit was stable |
'Cause I’m trying to go to college |
And they pick you if your grades is up |
My surrogate a crack addict |
My sperm donor got out of prison, he back at it |
I’m A.D.D., malnutritioned and asthmatic |
I’m constantly the target of bullies that have status |
And it’s overwhelming |
But I’m the first one at the school though |
And when I have kids they gon' always have the new clothes |
When I graduate |
I’m gon' get up out the hood |
Even though I hate my father, put a million on his books |
I don’t give a fuck, everybody laughing at my clothes |
I don’t give a fuck, niggas won’t be laughing anymore |
When I’m rich as fuck |
And I’ma be there for my kids |
I’ma make sure they ain’t never gotta live the way I’ve did, nah |
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set |
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you |
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set |
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you |