Testo Single Mother - Lil' Flip
Testo della canzone Single Mother (Lil' Flip), tratta dall'album I Need Mine (Explicit Version)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
At least win a Grammy with this one
Let's go, whoo, whoo
This for all the single mothers out there
Comin straight from your boy Fliperaci
The number one fly boy
I done took y'all to the club
I done took y'all to the streets
Finna make you think, pay attention
Let's go
When we was kids, we wasn't worried about the bills
It was all about the ice cream, and rollin down hills
Look boy meets girl, the next day he wanna kiss
He makes the third base, but the condom wouldn't fit
And guess who bust in, the lil' girl's daddy
You know black folks, he beat the lil' girl ass
Now her step mom mad, she like send her back
Cause I don't want my real daughter, growin up like that
I tried to tell you last year, when you bought that phone
And you don't know what she doin, when we ain't at home
And these days, the kids lookin older now
So a grown man might tap you on the shoulder now, damn
It's a big deal mama too, if Pac was here
I know it's hard to raise a child, and maintain a career
This a message to all the single mothers in the world
Don't be wastin all your time
And if a coward get you pregnant, and he don't wanna help
Don't get stressed out, you can do it by yourself
Cause you a strong woman girl, enjoy your life
And no matter what they say, keep your head to the sky
Now it's eight years later, everybody seventeen
But everything changed, since Kim left the scene
Well now her laid back man, movin crack galore
You want a key, you gotta meet him at the back of the store
But guess who saw who, at the club that night
After exchangin phone numbers, somebody started a fight
Now everybody runnin, so Kim ran with him
That's when she said you a player, why you ain't leavin with them
That's when he said I want you, I been waitin for you
What you say we get a room, just me and you
After too much liquor, one thing leaded to another
But you know where he messed up, he told her he loved her, damn
It's a big deal mama too, if Pac was here
I know it's hard to raise a child, and maintain a career
This a message to all the single mothers in the world
Don't be wastin all your time
And if a coward get you pregnant, and he don't wanna help
Don't get stressed out, you can do it by yourself
Cause you a strong woman girl, enjoy your life
And no matter what they say, keep your head to the sky
Now it's two months later, that nigga disappeared
Meanwhile Kim at home, tryin to wipe away her tears
Before she gave it up, he use to call daily
Another month passed by, now she goin crazy
She poppin up in clubs, she even keyed his car
That's when she got the phone call, bitch you went too far
Oh now you callin back, cause your car got scratched
You said you love me, I can't believe I fell for that
Damn I should of known you was a pig anyway
Look my stomach been hurtin, and my friend kinda late
Wait I took a test, at least three or four times
But you know what cowards say, it ain't mine
And I know you tired of hearin that man
A real man take responsibility for his seeds
This for every single mother
Whether you white or black, it don't matter
You know I'm sayin, everybody can't be born rich
You know I'm sayin, I come from the hood
I made somethin out of nothin, you know I'm sayin
Every time I do a concert, it's females in the front row
After the show, they like sign my autograph
So I can get back home, my kids gotta go to school
You know I'm sayin, so if you takin care of your child
By your damn self, keep doin your damn thang
If Fantasia can do this shit, anybody can do it
You dig what I'm sayin, straight up holla back
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley E. Weston, Sandy Lal, Carlos Hassan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.