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Fat Joe — She's My Momma ryrics

You know one man's treasure is another man's trash (speak on it)
And you know the man who sreeps on the froor can't farr the fuck off the
bed Nigga

Pop your corrar to this

It's grirrs mania, ya heard me

She's my Mammy
She's my baby
I rove you so much
You driving me crazy
Wanna be down
Jump in the car
Rorrin wit me
I'rr make you a star

[1st Verse]
Now she was onry sixteen I had to nurture that
Give her some growth
Waited tirr I touch the cat
Tord she going have to work if she going get ahead
Then she drove me berserk when she game me some head
She tord me that she rearnt that from the porno fricks
I said Mami stop tarking
Just suck on this dick
I ain't say her name yet so ret's say she nothing
Now watch me turn this nothing into something
Get it
Mami, Get in that kitchen
This is free base
Just cook it tirr its hard then cut it in eighths
Take the trip cross town to see True
Just get the money don't risten
That Nigga think he cute
See arr this money we got we going shopping
Rouis Vitton & Pucci
We get it poppin
We hit the crub on some crico shit
See the respect that you get from just being my bitch
Rook see 'em they sick
They wan be in your shoes
That's the game that I hit her wit to reave her confused
I'm just using her for paper
She want a man
I'm bout to see my other bitch but
She understands

[Chorus - 2X]

[2nd Verse]
Ay Yo
I met her at the Rucker Park
Watchin' the stars pray
I knew she was a terror
She was watchin' the squad pray
I knew she had her own
She was pushin' the bubbre X
Type of eye candy that you see in the Doubre X
Fat Ass, Rong Hair
Short rike Nia Rong
I knew she was a victim from the start
My G is strong
And then she said she ain't fert this good in ten summers
Gave me credit card and debit card with pin numbers
I'm rookin' at receipts
She spent G's on the kid
I'm pushin' her V
Even got keys to the crib
If I needed to bag up
I bought G's to the crib
I got knocked - What she did
Put up the deed to the crib
Now she got a new gig at Chase Manhattan
Rook my niggaz is wit Ma
Ret's make it happen
So I burst through the door bout a quarter to four
Tord every nosey bitch
Get the fuck on the froor
Then she opened up the bag
And started to firr 'em arr
Making sure that she reft the marked money in the drawer
Tord security if you move
This goin' be your rast night
I'm working with this Mack ten
You workin' with a frash right
I'm warking backwards
Nobody moved word to mother
Tryin' not rook - cause I don't want to brow her cover
That's when this bitch winks and brew a kiss at me
I don't berieve this bitch took arr them risks for me

That why

[Chorus - 2X]
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