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Mama
1,394
R&B/Soul
Mama was released on January 26, 2018 by The Scribble Room as a part of the album Mama - Single
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Release DateJanuary 26, 2018
LabelThe Scribble Room
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Half Moon Bay
Half Moon Bay
Performer
Bran Movay
Bran Movay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrique Ahmed Barry
Tyrique Ahmed Barry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bran Movay
Bran Movay
Producer
Firungi
Firungi
Producer

Lyrics

Mmhmm
A lil some somethin to tie it up
I know what you mean, yeah
Let’s see if we can do that
(Let me fuck your mom)
I can't play myself
You're the one i need
Pree my life without you
I don't like what I saw
Goddam you're right
You're so goddam fine
Who ruined your life
Oou and did it twice
I can tell you need me
I can't phone right now
Know your home right now
You're always home right now
Not my lifestyle
Time zones flash me by
Why would you hate on me
Shame on you blame on me
Laid on you stained on me
Why would you hate on me
Shame on you blame on me
Laid on you stained on me
We spent quite some times
We spent quite some lies
You need better times
You need better lies
Chicken sandwich fries
Here's your place in line
Chicken sandwich fries
Here's your place in line
It’s like boom when I’m in it, ayy
Pause from my entrance, oou
You ain’t seen a fella this smooth in a minute (yuh)
Make the whole room go “Ooou no he didn’t”
Lately I been a menace
Just tryna collect my spinach
But I could care less about the Benjamins (okay)
‘Cause I trade it all in just to get a kiss (uh-huh)
Yet I been so confused since we been in this
Say why you gotta be so damn ambiguous
Now check it
She know she clever
She use her tongue as a lethal weapon
Won’t hesitate to just tell a fella to get to steppin’
She blame me for stuff I know she made up
She went Solange on me
We weren’t even in an elevator
Damn, she drop that bomb on me
Hair tied back, buttermilk body
I had finally found a woman who could cook and cornrow
But she make me feel like I’m in a damn war zone
Why would you hate on me
Shame on you blame on me
Laid on you stained on me
Why would you hate on me
Shame on you blame on me
Laid on you stained on me
Yeah
Gone, I think you feeling too strong
Might be the real is too gone
Might be you dealing it false
I be the villian too long
Like my name is all caps but it’s not in all caps
I wonder Brenda let me smash if I send her this song
Run that shit back
Waited too long
I just might call up ya mom
Yeah I just might
I, I just might
Why would you hate on me
Shame on you blame on me
Laid on you stained on me
Why would you hate on me
Shame on you blame on me
Laid on you stained on me
Why would you hate on me
Shame on you blame on me
Laid on you stained on me
Why would you hate on me
Shame on you blame on me
Laid on you stained on me
(Let me fuck your mom)
(Come on)
(Let me fuck your mom)
Written by: Tyrique Ahmed Barry
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