, B, B, B, B, Y, Y D, D, I, I, G, G, I, I, T, T, A, A, L, L Bobby Digital, Bobby Digital Alright, great job Dear momma, no need for the head drama I quit
we got this tune called "For Women" right Originally, it was by Nina Simone She said it was inspired by, you know Down south. In the south, they used
old ears In west Philadelphia born and raised That's the phrase you hear on Mondays But let's get a little bit deeper than that Back when Jeff was on the scratch back And I was on the rap I used
in the day my name is mom and the mom the might (yea) kickin that style that I know you'l like im from detroit the city of boom (boom) I used to send
in her choppers Lettin her know this ninna dinner cost her And I'm finna squash her So animal like someone better get her doctor This boy is born and
born to piss me off Or i kill (kill) nigga we comin' to break you off nigga break you gonna break you Off somethin' proper (proper) you used to be my
But I saw you cry Like you used to laugh When you looked around Were you looking back At a lonely love As to sprouting beans No one's quite as bloom
used to feel so stupid when they'd talk about the music Born into every single tune They used to hum against her lips with their hands on her hips They used
rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to People say that they be missin' me and missin' you Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to You
changin bounds The gun sparks like the bloodhound and hunts ya down The hood life, I'm in it to the limit Wouldn't quit it for a digit, die for it 'cause
hang around risk But you gon get enough when you breakin' down sick All ill can't move your wheels and feelin' like shh Just a mile back you was feelin' quite
I was born Never thought I'd miss that little hick town But then I never thought I'd wander quite this far away Or my dreams would get turned quite this
to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades Still tryin' to fuck them freaks from my highschool days B. Adams, do you still love me? 'cause ya first born
can keep the paper running like a pair of aces Used to sport the Gucci bucks nigga no laces Striped polo, five pocket girbaud Mama got a two totter, I'm rockin' dolo I used
Paper Running Like A Pair Of Aces Used To Sport The Gucci Bucks Nigga No Laces Striped Polo, Five Pocket Girbaud Mama Got A Two Totter I'm Rockin' Dolo I Used
bitches groupie bitches And since I cut Three 6 these bitches wanna claim my dick We throwin' hits, they throwin' fits These bitches need to quit, they
the things I promised you I can see now through my tear filled eyes no love on your face I must get used to see a stranger in my place I must get used
I want to feel Christmas, how it used to be With all of its wonder falling on me This season has felt so empty, oh, for quite a while I want to feel Christmas