I remember Saturday morning to me waking up to momma in the kitchen cooking i said cooking i was just a young dude watching morning cartoon waiting 4 momma 2 braid my hair i used to hate to get it done cuz she would braid it to tight my momma always gave style shed knew i would like then i woould outside and play shed sit on the front pourch while me and Bob played ball
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Momma always did little things like that momma always will know i love her to deaf for all the things that u used 2 do momma i dedcate this one to u its straight from the heart this is your song imma be one so u already know that imma sing this one for u so let me sing this one to u.
Shes like the mother of naba hand nig bh everybody knew Mrs.Joyce were we stayed all heads said she was cool nothin that she wouldnt do wat about CB she was going to act a fool and wit the money that she made she took the bad and mad it all ok never was to stingy alwazys there to give it
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Everybody say M-O-M-M-A EVERYBODY SAY M-O-M-M-A 4X
