Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mommy , by - KOTA The Friend. Song from the album FOTO, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |