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Mom Im home


It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon showed up at the door

she came in through the door from working those long hours

she took a shower

when she got out we got that meal deal 4 for 4 at wendys

she came back and gave me dap

my mom is my everything because she is able 

to keep it real

i don't know what i would do without her.

My mom gets that money and don't think its funny 

cause it ain't a joke 

now appreciate your mom because she love you.

 

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