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Skepta( Joseph Junior Adenuga )
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Sweet Mother
Sweet mother I no go forget you
For the suffer wey you suffer for me
Mom, mom, mom you know you're my number one
Mom you know you're my number one
And I know actions speak louder than words too but I'm telling you now I love you mom
I love you mom
For all the big things and all the little little stuff you've done
And I know actions speak loud, but they can't speak louder than the crowd
When I say you were ...? rude to my mumsie
I'm a nice guy but I can get ugly
I'm a grime guy bit I can get funky
And me without mom is like cornflakes without the milk
I love my mom like garnet silk
But I don't wanna get locked up like .?
So God forgive me If I bust my nine
Sweet mother I no go forget you
For the suffer wey you suffer for me
Listen to this mom
This songs worth much more than a kiss mom
Worth more than a bracelet on the wrist mom
And you know me dad, I'm your first son
And I will never let nobody diss mom
I don't know another love like this mom
How can your love make me happy as Larry
But still sometimes make cry like ...? mom
Mom Better Know that I will always take care of two younger brothers and my sis mom
I know we argue, but it's all crisp mom
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Me and JME are like ...? mom
It's okay leave that sit down
You just made it through let me wash up the dish mom
You deserve it, you gave birth to two of the biggest grime artist in the bizz mom
Sweet mother I no go forget you
For the suffer wey you suffer for me
I love you mom, it's the deepest love
The deepest feeling
And if you love your mom
Let me see your middle finger and index finger touching the ceiling
And say 'BRRAP' 'BRRAP'
Cause if it wasn't for your mom you wouldn't be breathing
And I know I don't normally MC like this
But you know what it's not a MC ting
I'm not a ...? son
That's not me don
I love my sweet mom
She brought me up properly
She never let me come home at all hours of the evening
Cause when I was bad, she made me stand in the corner
And put my hands up
It was either that or get a beating
Sweet mother I no go forget you
For the suffer wey you suffer for me
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