Kwamie Liv - Mama's a Millionaire

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Brother, spoke to you the other day
You old enough, it’s not okay
I missed out on some shit, man
Sister, you the baddest kid in this neighborhood
And I pray little go-getter
The good I done, you gon' do better
Baby, I’m so proud
Baby, make me proud
You called me up yesterday
You brought me to my knees, you said
«How comes these emojis don’t have afros?
How come all these people drowned in these boats?
How come they keep describing a cesspool?»
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Baby, are you back home?
King of blue sacka, you got girls 'round the block
Gettin' high in your hot box
Tryna dance with you
Oh, oh, oh
But you must choose
Sometimes you know insults
Sometimes you gon' lose
But you must choose
'Cause we already lost family
To call it D and it to east side
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Say oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Don’t you know? Don’t you know? Don’t you know?
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Mama’s a millionaire
Daddy’s on death row
Now you say oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh