Mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
Oh mama I'm so sorry I've been livin' so wild
Fell in love with the crowd I've been tryna make you proud
And I was gone for a while
And I ain't wrong cuz I'm just tryna make you proud
All for your love I would've drove a hundred miles
And you wanted for to end it and you found another nigga and the other hoes like my style
I just might call you on the phone right now Me and Spill might just ride up in this Vette
Hundred mil, I ain't gon' take nothin' less VVS diamonds, they sit on my neck
I need a FaceTime with VL deck I need a FaceTime with brand new Patek
Just to wear on my wrist, shit I need a FaceTime with Cupid right now
For to talk bout a bitch, shit I feel like that nigga owe me
I got on Rick Owens On top of Celine
Inside of Dakota Just hope I don't leave
If they leave me slumped over I'm sippin' on lean
I'm not dyin' sober He ain't do the things I did
He ain't show the effort I did How the f*ck he deserve you
Nah, I show respect what I did Tell me what this new man did
How the f*ck did he earn you
Ain't nothin' gon' happen if risky don't
Met this hoe from my sister, she say she ain't messy
She the best bitch in the world if you let shawty tell it
I take her message, she text me and say that she pregnant
I met my new girl at a party, is that red flag?
I know she had plenty way before me, but I won't be the last
Mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
I got Balenciaga on shade And I got on Ray-Ban too
Tell that hoe I'm a grown man too And I met that hoe at summer school
Had a highlight for dude took it down And I thought about it weak
It's five in the morning, I'm recordin, I can't go to sleep
How you keep speakin' on me? Better check on your man
How you gon' f*ck on that dude and come take me from ang
I keep on pourin' this drink, I done ran out of xans
Bitch, you was out there with me, how the f*ck I'm a fan?
Mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
Oh, daddy, I'm sorry
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Mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
Oh mama I'm so sorry I've been livin' so wild
Fell in love with the crowd I've been tryna make you proud
And I was gone for a while
And I ain't wrong cuz I'm just tryna make you proud
All for your love I would've drove a hundred miles
And you wanted for to end it and you found another nigga and the other hoes like my style
I just might call you on the phone right now Me and Spill might just ride up in this Vette
Hundred mil, I ain't gon' take nothin' less VVS diamonds, they sit on my neck
I need a FaceTime with VL deck I need a FaceTime with brand new Patek
Just to wear on my wrist, shit I need a FaceTime with Cupid right now
For to talk bout a bitch, shit I feel like that nigga owe me
I got on Rick Owens On top of Celine
Inside of Dakota Just hope I don't leave
If they leave me slumped over I'm sippin' on lean
I'm not dyin' sober He ain't do the things I did
He ain't show the effort I did How the f*ck he deserve you
Nah, I show respect what I did Tell me what this new man did
How the f*ck did he earn you
Ain't nothin' gon' happen if risky don't
Met this hoe from my sister, she say she ain't messy
She the best bitch in the world if you let shawty tell it
I take her message, she text me and say that she pregnant
I met my new girl at a party, is that red flag?
I know she had plenty way before me, but I won't be the last
Mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
I got Balenciaga on shade And I got on Ray-Ban too
Tell that hoe I'm a grown man too And I met that hoe at summer school
Had a highlight for dude took it down And I thought about it weak
It's five in the morning, I'm recordin, I can't go to sleep
How you keep speakin' on me? Better check on your man
How you gon' f*ck on that dude and come take me from ang
I keep on pourin' this drink, I done ran out of xans
Bitch, you was out there with me, how the f*ck I'm a fan?
Mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
Oh, daddy, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
Oh mama I'm so sorry I've been livin' so wild
Fell in love with the crowd I've been tryna make you proud
And I was gone for a while
And I ain't wrong cuz I'm just tryna make you proud
All for your love I would've drove a hundred miles
And you wanted for to end it and you found another nigga and the other hoes like my style
I just might call you on the phone right now Me and Spill might just ride up in this Vette
Hundred mil, I ain't gon' take nothin' less VVS diamonds, they sit on my neck
I need a FaceTime with VL deck I need a FaceTime with brand new Patek
Just to wear on my wrist, shit I need a FaceTime with Cupid right now
For to talk bout a bitch, shit I feel like that nigga owe me
I got on Rick Owens On top of Celine
Inside of Dakota Just hope I don't leave
If they leave me slumped over I'm sippin' on lean
I'm not dyin' sober He ain't do the things I did
He ain't show the effort I did How the f*ck he deserve you
Nah, I show respect what I did Tell me what this new man did
How the f*ck did he earn you
Ain't nothin' gon' happen if risky don't
Met this hoe from my sister, she say she ain't messy
She the best bitch in the world if you let shawty tell it
I take her message, she text me and say that she pregnant
I met my new girl at a party, is that red flag?
I know she had plenty way before me, but I won't be the last
Mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
I got Balenciaga on shade And I got on Ray-Ban too
Tell that hoe I'm a grown man too And I met that hoe at summer school
Had a highlight for dude took it down And I thought about it weak
It's five in the morning, I'm recordin, I can't go to sleep
How you keep speakin' on me? Better check on your man
How you gon' f*ck on that dude and come take me from ang
I keep on pourin' this drink, I done ran out of xans
Bitch, you was out there with me, how the f*ck I'm a fan?
Mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Oh, mama, I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
Oh, daddy, I'm sorry
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