Morray - Momma’s Love lyrics

Get up (D-D-D-Dirty)
Get up (Buddah bless this beat)

Momma boy (Uh) , country nigga
Love you with my whole soul (yeah)
Real man, stand up
Show me where that road goes
Good food Sunday, please touch your soul (Uh)
Damn good, foot in, can taste your toe
My pop wasn't 'round
My momma gave me examples (Uh)
Never had a man to show me things
(Uh) , she gave me some samples (yeah)
(Take this, try that
You gon' go through fuck ups) fight back
(yeah) , don't stay down (Uh)
You better get the fuck up
Have pride, no fear, just know I love you
Have pride, no fear, just know I lovе you

You know we eatin' good now (Hey)
No morе rollin' no Swishers
It's only gas that I twist up
I'm rolling Woods now (Hey)
I survived in these streets
Went back out in these streets
I wish a motherfucker would now (Hey)
Finally made it out the hood now (Hey)

Hey Ma', it's your baby, you prayed it
I made it
Hey Ma', it's your baby, you prayed it
I made it
Hey Ma', it's your baby, you prayed it
I made it
Hey Ma', it's your baby, you prayed
And I made it

I can't give you everything
But promise I'ma try (yeah)
I can't pay you back because I
Know I owe my life (Life, hey)
Know you are my queen
My world, my everything, my life
(yeah) be your sworn protector even when
You're wrong you're right
(Even when you're wrong you're right, uh)
Should've took your advice
Hard head make a soft ass
Now the bag turn the AP, all glass
(All glass) church clapping like a the NOYA
Doin' what you taught us mama made a soldier

You know we eatin' good now
No more rollin' no Swishers
It's only gas that I twist up
I'm rolling Woods now (Hey)
I survived in these streets
Went back out in these streets
I wish a motherfucker would now (Hey)
Finally made it out the hood now (Hey)

Hey Ma', it's your baby, you prayed it
I made it
Hey Ma', it's your baby, you prayed it
I made it
Hey Ma', it's your baby, you prayed it
I made it
Hey Ma', it's your baby, you prayed
And I made it

Uh, yeah, uh get up
Even when you're wrong you're, get up
E-e-even when you're wrong you're right
(yeah) hard head make a soft ass
Now the bag turn to AP, all glass get up
Even when you're wrong