| Momma, I stole some money from your purse
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| I say, Momma, I did some things and they hurt
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| I say, Momma, I know I lied to you a lot
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| But Momma, my love for you won’t ever stop
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| I say, Momma, I stole some money from your purse
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| I say, Momma, I did some things and they hurt
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| I say, Momma, I know I lied to you a lot
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| But Momma, my love for you won’t ever stop
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| I brought my momma drama
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| I brought my momma pain
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| I did a lot of things
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| Made my momma go insane
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| I brought my momma a lot of shame
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| Ain’t no sun, only rain
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| I feel so guilty about it
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| It stay stuck up in my brain
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| They call me a delinquent, but it’s the truth
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| Confessions of my life up in the booth
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| I say the truth; |
| I keep it real
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| Before I started flipping, boy, I had to steal
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| I stole from momma
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| Momma, I’m sorry for everything that I did to you
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| Yes, I’m sorry
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| And I can’t take nothing back that I did wrong
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| But momma I love you, that’s why I made you this song
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| Momma, I stole some money from your purse
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| I say, Momma, I did some things and they hurt
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| Momma, I stole some money from your purse
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| I say, Momma, I did some things and they hurt
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| I say, Momma, I know I lied to you a lot
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| But Momma, my love for you won’t ever stop
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| I say, Momma, I stole some money from your purse
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| I say, Momma, I did some things and they hurt
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| I say, Momma, I know I lied to you a lot
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| But Momma, my love for you won’t ever stop
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| I was 14 years old; |
| I moved out the crib
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| I started flipping weight, now I’m paying the bills
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| Now her son got a deal
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| Now her son got a Porsche
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| She asked me for a Porsche
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| I said, «Momma, yeah, of course!»
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| You had my back; |
| now I’ve got yours
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| We own these houses; |
| fuck a landlord
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| I love you, Momma, I know you love me too
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| I’ve got to thank God everyday for having you
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| Without you, there’s no Stitches
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| I love you, Momma; |
| fuck them other bitches
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| See, we family; |
| we got the same blood
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| Your son is a thug, and he got it out the mud
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| I love you, Momma
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| Momma, I stole some money from your purse
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| I say, Momma, I did some things and they hurt
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| I say, Momma, I know I lied to you a lot
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| But Momma, my love for you won’t ever stop
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| I say, Momma, I stole some money from your purse
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| I say, Momma, I did some things and they hurt
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| I say, Momma, I know I lied to you a lot
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| But Momma, my love for you won’t ever stop
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| Momma, I stole some money from your purse
|
| I say, Momma, I did some things and they hurt
|
| I say, Momma, I know I lied to you a lot
|
| But Momma, my love for you won’t ever stop
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| I say, Momma, I stole some money from your purse
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| I say, Momma, I did some things and they hurt
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| I say, Momma, I know I lied to you a lot
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| But Momma, my love for you won’t ever stop |