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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aminé
Aminé
Vocals
Sing Harlem
Sing Harlem
Background Vocals
Charlie Wilson
Charlie Wilson
Vocals
Joyce Wrice
Joyce Wrice
Vocals
Odie
Odie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Madison Appleby Stewart
Madison Appleby Stewart
Songwriter
Phil Hotz
Phil Hotz
Songwriter
Irvin Mejia
Irvin Mejia
Songwriter
Odunayo Ekunboyejo
Odunayo Ekunboyejo
Songwriter
Adam Aminé Daniel
Adam Aminé Daniel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pasqué
Pasqué
Producer
Morning Estrada
Morning Estrada
Recording Engineer
Irving Gadoury
Irving Gadoury
Recording Engineer
Milan Beker
Milan Beker
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brock Grenfell
Brock Grenfell
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
John Bruington
John Bruington
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Mama, uh-huh Mama Yeah, yeah, I'm singin', mama Ah yeah, yeah, that's my mama Uh, I said, mama I do this shit for my mama Can't lie to my mama I gotta cry for my ma-ma-ma-mama Look where I'm at mommy, who woulda knew Sometimes, I miss the days where you'd take me to school Used to promise when I'm rich that I would get your favorite whip You was my lift before the lift, so you deserve you a coupe Twenty plus years at the post office You was working graveyard shifts for the both of us You deserve a long vacation, a standing ovation And shout out Ms. Bekele for the genius notations And it's you that I'm missin' Every time I needed someone, you would listen I'ma write you a song to put on everyday So the times that I'm gone, you could smile when it plays I'ma take you to the Grammy's in a yellow suit Put ya in Chanel just to show 'em how my mama do My number one fan, I'm your number one man When I thought that I couldn't, you told me that I can Mama, uh-huh Mama Yeah, yeah, I'm singin', mama Ah yeah, yeah, that's my mama Uh, I said, mama I do this shit for my mama Can't lie to my mama I gotta cry for my ma-ma-ma-mama 'Cause you're the only woman in my life Who makes me smile, you make me smile 'Cause you're the only woman in my life Who makes me smile, you make me smile First year I moved out, I was strugglin' (true) Didn't wanna tell 'cause I know that you be worryin' (yeah) You told me, "Go back to college," but I went back to Cali (woah) Had to celebrate a couple birthdays without me (yeah) Whooped my ass, so I had to learn the harder way (yeah, yeah) Bad lil' nigga, of course I was a balegē (yeah) Would never tell you one lie, okay, maybe one lie (woah) You my favorite person, let's go 'head and make the song cry And it's you that I'm missin' Every time I needed someone, you would listen I'ma write you a song to put on everyday So the times that I'm gone, you could smile when it plays You my idol and the one that I need (yeah) Best cook, best looks, you support all my dreams Look, I'm thankful to be your son, it's my honor Tonight I wanna quote Tupac: "Dear mama" Mama, uh-huh Mama Yeah, yeah, I'm singin', mama Ah yeah, yeah, that's my mama Uh, I said, mama I do this shit for my mama Can't lie to my mama I gotta cry for my ma-ma-ma-mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama (I do this shit for my) Mama (can't lie to my) Mama (I gotta cry for my) Ma-ma-ma-mama 'Cause you're the only woman in my life Who makes me smile, you make me smile 'Cause you're the only woman in my life Who makes me smile, you make me
Writer(s): Adam Amine Daniel, Irvin Mejia, Odunayo Ayomikun Alani Ekunboyejo, Phil Hotz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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