I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh(You, you, you, oh)I bet our mother would be proud of you, ohI know what you sayYou say I coulda treated you better or whatever, butI don't know, I think I did alrightKnow what I'm sayin'?And you know how you getDrawin' conclusionslike you got a Parsons degree or somethin'I coulda treated you better, that's crazyNopeLean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin'Lean into me, lean into meYeah, lean in, lean into mePussy ain't makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a weekShe pretty but ghetto, pretty but roughjust like Virginia BeachI wanna get back to the days that you love mefor nothin' but what you could seeYou bust down the JubileeI swapped it and made you go factory, waitYou put some pain in meI wanna get back to the major leagueShe wanna grab on the throttleI wanna get back in the driver's seatThat nigga spend his last check on your carand you got it and drove it to meAsk me if I coulda treated you better, but noLean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin'Lean into me, lean into meLean in, lean into meYeah, yeahYeahGrr, grrYeahOur texts feelin' like a fencin' matchyour temper shorter and I'm sensin' thatYou keep talkin' 'bout some, "Period, "but where you 'bout to end the sentence at?'Cause you been goin' off on my assthen I tell your ass where I'm atAnd you act like I'm not supposed to mention thatI introduce you to my friends' girlfriendsyou ain't interested in makin' friendsTalkin' 'bout you wanna cook for a nigga in the kitchencan you make amends?Least we know you got the cakes on you, girlyou should prolly stick to bakin' thenWorkin' this crop like the rubber chuteI swear that I'm not tryna smother youI got to know a whole other youbut let's not forget how I discovered youWe ain't even gotta mention thatany nigga try and trouble youHe gon' find out that it's on-site like W-W-WOn site like dot-com, put a baby in you, a hot momYeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but noNot at all, not at allI bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh(Mother would be proud)
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I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh
(You, you, you, oh)
I bet our mother would be proud of you, oh
I know what you say
You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but
I don't know, I think I did alright
Know what I'm sayin'?
And you know how you get
Drawin' conclusions
like you got a Parsons degree or somethin'
I coulda treated you better, that's crazy
Nope
Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin'
Lean into me, lean into me
Yeah, lean in, lean into me
Pussy ain't makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a week
She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough
just like Virginia Beach
I wanna get back to the days that you love me
for nothin' but what you could see
You bust down the Jubilee
I swapped it and made you go factory, wait
You put some pain in me
I wanna get back to the major league
She wanna grab on the throttle
I wanna get back in the driver's seat
That nigga spend his last check on your car
and you got it and drove it to me
Ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin'
Lean into me, lean into me
Lean in, lean into me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Grr, grr
Yeah
Our texts feelin' like a fencin' match
your temper shorter and I'm sensin' that
You keep talkin' 'bout some, "Period, "
but where you 'bout to end the sentence at?
'Cause you been goin' off on my ass
then I tell your ass where I'm at
And you act like I'm not supposed to mention that
I introduce you to my friends' girlfriends
you ain't interested in makin' friends
Talkin' 'bout you wanna cook for a nigga in the kitchen
can you make amends?
Least we know you got the cakes on you, girl
you should prolly stick to bakin' then
Workin' this crop like the rubber chute
I swear that I'm not tryna smother you
I got to know a whole other you
but let's not forget how I discovered you
We ain't even gotta mention that
any nigga try and trouble you
He gon' find out that it's on-site like W-W-W
On site like dot-com, put a baby in you, a hot mom
Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
Not at all, not at all
I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh
(Mother would be proud)
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