December 15th

Uh uh
Uh uh
Whoo
Aye
Yeah
Uh uh uh
Well alright
Well alright
I got a son I got a lil me
Teach em to box put him in little league
Teach em that me and his ma grew off chemistry
You know her as Ma I know her as wife
They know her as Tiffany
Taught me to grow no she ain’t limit me
Fill you wit kisses and hugs and love until you get sick of me
You can’t get rid of me
As I look into your eyes it’s no surprise
I see a successful man but one I gotta guide
One they can’t deny
‘Cause you run the enterprise
Strike me if I’m lying
Ay bae
We had a king today
At eight pounds fourteen ounces you should’ve seen ya face
I’ll never leave away
I’ll never lead astray
Put that on Jesus name
And if they take me away
The I gotta leave a way
Not only for you but London and Jr and Zy my team is great
Not only my team is Straight
Son you gone lead the race
But you gotta keep ya pace
Don’t let these fools make you feel like you gotta weave ya lane