trent

Alright sir, let me try something

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The old mama was workin', hustlin' all day,
In the kitchen, in the yard, she found her own way.
From dawn till dusk, she never took a break,
Strong and determined, makin' no mistake.

Cookin' up a storm, bakin' bread so fine,
In every single moment, her spirit would shine.
Raisin' all the kids, keepin' dreams alive,
The old mama was workin', she taught 'em to strive.

Respect to the queen, in her prime, still strong,
Her legacy of love, it goes on and on.
The old mama was workin', she knew the way,
In her heart, in her soul, every single day.

That shit was fire

Than she started twerkin’

The old mama was workin' then I began twerkin yo dad should not be jerkin with his pickles branded perkins cuz bitch I be lurkin, in a cave full of spiders bitch call me Dave strider cuz I don't eat
hang gliders, cuz yall are liars pants of fires Im admired with my attire cuz we be eating car tires.

The old mama was workin'

and then i was jorkin

And she came over twerkin’

my face was smirking

But then some creep was lurkin’

jelly balls