Dallas Ford - Hey Momma

Hey Bubs. Dad and I just need you to know
That no matter how bad things may seem
You've got so many friends and family and us, behind you
There for you, and remembering that you never give up
You always give more than 100 percent and everybody knows that
So things are definitely gonna get better and we love you forever

This song was manifested by myself, and my mother
Thank You Frankie
Yeah! Hi Mom

My mother's getting mad at the money that I spend
She said quit lying why you gotta pretend
Like you on some hot date with a girl who is great
Son her only nice trait is her fat rear end
That's a hoax mom, I know you would never say that
Keep the hopes mom, family will never fall flat
Egg yolks mom, cook em' for my daily combat
You the jokes mom, you know I would never sniff crack
So I tell her that I love her, she raised a good man
Ain't no one above her keep me cool ceiling fan
She say keep the path and stay following your heart
And stop hanging round kids that wasn't with you from the start
Stop sanging round kids who too dumb to know it's art
The type that Wu-Tang a blunt to feel it in they fart
Know you get it Chase, we lack our personal space
But sometimes we put our mother's in the stupidest place
When we get caught man make the stupidest face
But you know we stay runnin' that's the stupidest pace

Hey Momma, Hey, Hey, Hey Momma
Hey, Hey, Hey Momma
Hey, Hey, Hey Momma, Hey

I wanna say I'm sorry for the stress
And mouthing off to you so that my friends would be impressed
We'd be fighting, I'd be slamming doors, yelling you're a curse
But now I know I'm lucky and that I was truly blessed
To have a mother that was there for me no matter what I did
To share her love and care for me when I was just a kid
I was against the odds as a child- adolescent
But my Mom's pumped my up
She put me on the grid
Mom how could I repay you
It doesn't seem right
Cause you brighten up my day when all I see is night
You take all the bullshit and make it alright
So if somebody gon fight with you
Then Mom I'm gon fight
See I gotta wild on em' for a second like this
The money and the fame is not what makes a man rich
A lot of doctors helped me out
They put me back together
But each day I credit you with every single stitch
Mom I couldn't even do it
I couldn't even try
You're the light at the road
You're the apple to my eye
Whatchu think the limit is
She'd tell me it's the sky
So when I tell you that I'm leaving Mom it's gone but not goodbye

Hey Momma, Hey, Hey, Hey Momma
Hey, Hey, Hey Momma
Hey, Hey, Hey Momma

Yeah, I had a whole 'nother verse to this shit
I just wanna say something real quick
All of which that is important is eternal
And I still carry the funeral card everywhere I go with me Yanna
I love you very much
I love you Mom, I just wanted to say that
Thank You Frankie
What Up J.D.
We in this bitch B4D Boys
You know we love our Motherfucking Mothers
Yeah

Written by:
Dallas Ricker

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