CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Mama
Mama, uh huh
Mama
Yeah, yeah, I'm singin', mama
Ah yeah, yeah, that's my mama
Uh, I said, mama
I do this sh*t for my mama
Can't lie to my mama
I gotta cry for my ma-ma-ma-mama
Look where I'm at, Mommy, who woulda knew?
Sometimes, I miss the days where you'd take me to school
Used to promise when I'm rich that I would get your favorite whip
You was my lift before the Lyft, so you deserve you a coupe
Twenty-plus years at the Post Office (Yeah)
You was workin' graveyard shifts for the both of us (Yeah)
You deserve a long vacation, a standing ovation
And shout out Ms. Bekele for the genius notations
And it's you that I'm missin'
Every time I needed someone, you would listen
I'ma write you a song to put on everyday
So the times that I'm gone, you could smile when it plays
I'ma take you to the GRAMMYs in a yellow suit
Put ya in Chanel just to show 'em how my mama do
My number one fan, I'm your number one man
When I thought that I couldn't you told me that I can
Mama
Yeah, yeah, I'm singin', mama
Ah yeah, yeah, that's my mama
Uh, I said, mama
I do this sh*t for my mama
Can't lie to my mama
I gotta cry for my ma-ma-ma-mama
Look where I'm at, Mommy, who woulda knew?
Sometimes, I miss the days where you'd take me to school
Used to promise when I'm rich that I would get your favorite whip
You was my lift before the Lyft, so you deserve you a coupe
Twenty-plus years at the Post Office (Yeah)
You was workin' graveyard shifts for the both of us (Yeah)
You deserve a long vacation, a standing ovation
And shout out Ms. Bekele for the genius notations
And it's you that I'm missin'
Every time I needed someone, you would listen
I'ma write you a song to put on everyday
So the times that I'm gone, you could smile when it plays
I'ma take you to the GRAMMYs in a yellow suit
Put ya in Chanel just to show 'em how my mama do
My number one fan, I'm your number one man
When I thought that I couldn't you told me that I can
