Bibi Bourelly - How Mama Freestyle lyrics
[Bibi Bourelly - How Mama Freestyle lyrics]
Ey Yayo, ey yaya ey Yayo, ey yaya
Ain't gettin trouble for speakin' my mind
I know, I, my song defensive or insensitive
But, I don't mean to beg, yeah
Both are therapeutic
If I fucked out a problem
Mama put it in the music
Y'all gon' get the rapper when they do me
And the truth is, that's just the truth
You could be mad, but that's just the truth
Tell me what to do then
When they do me dirty and they
Treat me like a corporate
Tell me how to move then
When they judge the way and
Play me like I'm stupid
Tell me what to do nigga, tell me what to do
I ain't complaining if I was complaining
I will think they gon' change it
They never changing we all know that they've
Never ever ever changing
And that's a fact, man i'm just saying
You could be a hater but
You not finna dict me
My heart crooning and it crack
When you hit me
I ain't cracking, no, I ain't a victim
No that's not happenin
You ain't gotta like me cause
My bitches got my back, yeah
My bitches got my back, yeah
We came up when you say
That we ain't gon' last, yeah
We got so much passion
And that's just the truth
They've could ain't walk a mile in our shoes
With the criticism
The criticism when you stun out
Where you fit in
They criticize on what you doin'
And what you didn't, shit got me livin'
So I go to my nana
And my nana get to spit in
'You need to be concerned with your own self'
How mama, how, how mama, how
'Don't need to be worry bout no one else'
How mama, how, how mama, how
'You need to put head down, girl
And just work'
How mama how, how mama, how, yeah
'You need to stop taking on the world
How mama, how, how mama, how
Ain't gettin trouble for speakin' my mind
I know, I, my song defensive or insensitive
But, I don't mean to beg, yeah
Both are therapeutic
If I fucked out a problem
Mama put it in the music
Y'all gon' get the rapper when they do me
And the truth is, that's just the truth
You could be mad, but that's just the truth
Tell me what to do then
When they do me dirty and they
Treat me like a corporate
Tell me how to move then
When they judge the way and
Play me like I'm stupid
Tell me what to do nigga, tell me what to do
I ain't complaining if I was complaining
I will think they gon' change it
They never changing we all know that they've
Never ever ever changing
And that's a fact, man i'm just saying
You could be a hater but
You not finna dict me
My heart crooning and it crack
When you hit me
I ain't cracking, no, I ain't a victim
No that's not happenin
You ain't gotta like me cause
My bitches got my back, yeah
My bitches got my back, yeah
We came up when you say
That we ain't gon' last, yeah
We got so much passion
And that's just the truth
They've could ain't walk a mile in our shoes
With the criticism
The criticism when you stun out
Where you fit in
They criticize on what you doin'
And what you didn't, shit got me livin'
So I go to my nana
And my nana get to spit in
'You need to be concerned with your own self'
How mama, how, how mama, how
'Don't need to be worry bout no one else'
How mama, how, how mama, how
'You need to put head down, girl
And just work'
How mama how, how mama, how, yeah
'You need to stop taking on the world
How mama, how, how mama, how