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Hey Mama!

Hey mama, 👸🏾
I want to scream so loud for you 🗣️
'Cause I'm so proud of you, 🤗
Let me tell you what I'm about to do
I know I act a fool, 🙄  but
I promise you I'm almost done with school 🤞🏾
I appreciate what you allowed for me,
I just want you to be proud of me 😘


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