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Momma Lyrics - The Art Of Hustle - Yo Gotti

Momma said I ain't acting like her son 

Cause I'm getting money Momma, you ain't giving me none 

You can't buy me them J's that come out tomorrow 

So get used to the things that I'm doing for dollars 

You said: "Boy, you better watch your back 

Your pops in jail, remember that" 

Momma it get like that 

You said: "Don't call me for no bail money" 

Thought I could call for anything, I thought you cared for me 

You said: "Keenon, keep that bitch out my house" 

I said, "I'm 18"; you said: "this your place?" 

Nah, this is Section 8 

 

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Smacked me like bah, "you little disrespectful nigga" 

Like mmm... momma you lucky, lucky I can't hit ya 

"You gon' treat me like this? And you know I have seizures 

You know I take pain pills for headaches and fevers" 

Damn, now I'm feeling less than a man 

Cause you birth me and I was actin' like I couldn't understand 

I'm sorry momma... 

 

I'm sorry momma 

Let me take some weight off your shoulders 

I'm singing to momma 

You ain't gotta worry now, them days is over 

 

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I'm sorry momma, I know I ain't shit 

I know I lied a lot, I know I ain't slick 

Your last dollars... 

Yeah, that was me who stole 'em out your purse 

(What?) yeah, I know it hurts 

I remember days we used to go to church 

I used to fall asleep, that shit used to work your nerves 

I remember when you had surgery 

In a wheelchair hooked to IV's that hurt me 

You're like Superwoman in my eyes 

You do a lot to be blind out of one eye 

 

But you ain't let that hold you back 

You went on your marathon and ran your laps 

I broke into houses and sold stolen things for you 

I know that ain't the type of things your son should do 

You gave birth to me, I love you and thank you 

Just know you're well-appreciated 

 

I said I know I did wrong 

I know I did wrong 

I know I did wrong 

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