Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mama Im Sorry, artist - Young Thug. Album song Lost Files, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gucci Mane 1017
Song language: English
Mama Im Sorry |
Rastafari, smoking on Marley |
Mama I’m sorry, got it outta order hey |
Ballin' like I’m spalding, bitch I’m only startin' |
Blowing Money, call it ballin', put some rims inside the water |
Everything I say I do it, hoes only wish I couldn’t |
Eat that jello like pudding, put this log in her life, no wood |
(Yeah!) |
Before I leave, I’m a make sure that she would |
(Yeah!) |
I won’t be a pet, no counseling, I’m goin make it work |
I’ll shoot but I ain’t talking no bird |
I’m screaming flex, she screamin flirt |
And now she on me like a perk, my fuckin weed smell like a turd |
I just made 10Mill off of merch |
When I take boost I’m so alert |
Droppin my top when I pull up |
They bring out the block for me (SRKT) |
Capital J-O-I-N 'cause they know there’s no stopping me |
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) |
Got my weight up |
I must’ve been eating my beef and my broccoli |
Bossed up young nigga |
Man I don’t hit the Mall, they shop for me… |
Rastafari, smoking on Marley |
Mama I’m sorry, got it outta order hey |
Ballin' like I’m spalding, bitch I’m only startin' |
Blowing Money, call it ballin', put some rims inside the water |
Everything I say I do it, hoes only wish I couldn’t |
Eat that jello like pudding, put this log in her life, no wood |
(Yeah!) |
Before I leave, I’m a make sure that she would |
(Yeah!) |
Running my money up for all my kids and my niggas |
Bitches don’t try me they know I bang red I can’t never be cause |
Don’t care if you cousin boy it’s disrespectful if you call me cause |
I’m havin' toys and them toys no R Us |
Come get your bitch off my dick, sucking my blood like a tick |
And I cannot feel her stop it (Yeah) |
We are the best, Dominick, I zipped down my pants |
She gone snort like a pig, she gone Out of control |
Lil Mama know she got a NIGHA out of control |
She know I’m a bring out the sauce just like Chipotle |
Shawty pussy wet as a ocean and I know it |
Rastafari, smoking on Marley |
Mama I’m sorry, got it outta order hey |
Ballin' like I’m spalding, bitch I’m only startin' |
Blowing Money, call it ballin', put some rims inside the water |
Everything I say I do it, hoes only wish I couldn’t |
Eat that jello like pudding, put this log in her life, no wood |
(Yeah!) |
Before I leave, I’m a make sure that she would |
(Yeah!) |