Mother’s Day BlueBucksClan
"Mother’s Day" by BlueBucksClan, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track celebrating maternal love and appreciation. The lyrics express gratitude and highlight the sacrifices mothers make. Unique elements include catchy beats and smooth flows, contributing to its relatable vibe. The song resonates culturally, emphasizing family values in urban life.
[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
All these 'fits, I don’t know how I'm gon' come today (How I’m gon' come)
No more Gushers, so I'm smokin' 41 today (Smokin' 41)
Designer rainboots on a sunny day (Rainboots)
Fuckin' niggas' baby mamas all on Mothers Day (Mothers Day)
[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Damn, ain't no more juice, I’m gettin’ drunk today (Gettin' drunk today)
Gettin’ tired of all these hoes, you can't come today (Hell nah)
Tyson Fury, diamonds hittin', I'm a heavyweight (On my mama)
Had to help your bitch out ’cause her rent was late (Rent was late)
Weak bitches in my presence, I can't concentrate (I can't concentrate)
[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Lame niggas in my section, I can't tolerate (I can't do it)
Eatin' lobsters with my mama, I don't got a date (With my mama)
[Verse 4: Jeeezy]
Told my mama we ain't goin' back to Section 8 (Hell nah)
Pull up to your mama crib since niggas wanna play
Pull up to your bitch house, I get the biggest plate (Biggest plate)
Wasn't fuckin' with us, now they tryna join sides (Niggas weird)
[Verse 5: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Runnin' shit like John Ross at the combine (John Ross)
Fly nigga, I see shit from a birds-eye (Fly nigga)
I ain't got no license, in the foreign when I turn by (I ain't got no license)
We on lockdown, still at Saks, yeah, the curbside (Still a fly nigga)
All these 'fits, I don’t know how I'm gon' come today (How I’m gon' come)
No more Gushers, so I'm smokin' 41 today (Smokin' 41)
Designer rainboots on a sunny day (Rainboots)
Fuckin' niggas' baby mamas all on Mothers Day (Mothers Day)
[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Damn, ain't no more juice, I’m gettin’ drunk today (Gettin' drunk today)
Gettin’ tired of all these hoes, you can't come today (Hell nah)
Tyson Fury, diamonds hittin', I'm a heavyweight (On my mama)
Had to help your bitch out ’cause her rent was late (Rent was late)
Weak bitches in my presence, I can't concentrate (I can't concentrate)
[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Lame niggas in my section, I can't tolerate (I can't do it)
Eatin' lobsters with my mama, I don't got a date (With my mama)
[Verse 4: Jeeezy]
Told my mama we ain't goin' back to Section 8 (Hell nah)
Pull up to your mama crib since niggas wanna play
Pull up to your bitch house, I get the biggest plate (Biggest plate)
Wasn't fuckin' with us, now they tryna join sides (Niggas weird)
[Verse 5: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Runnin' shit like John Ross at the combine (John Ross)
Fly nigga, I see shit from a birds-eye (Fly nigga)
I ain't got no license, in the foreign when I turn by (I ain't got no license)
We on lockdown, still at Saks, yeah, the curbside (Still a fly nigga)
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