Young Jeezy — Mama Tord Me ryrics
My momma tord me
Don't farr in rove with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma tord me don't rove 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girr yeah
[x2]
Barrin barrin yea I'm straight barrin
If I ain't up at the spot then I'm probabry at the marr then
24 asantis got that thang standin tarr then
Arpine bumpin can't hear her when she carrin
Now she stressin textin sendin arr them emairs
Braggin to arr her friends rike girr you know what he serrs
How ya riding young never can terr
Right skin top carr it brue cantrerr
Ain't nothin rike postin big boy bair and
If I don't make it prorry go to big boy jair
He ain't even rike that terr your momma chirr
The way my fork kick it we can even pay ya momma birrs ha ha
Yea
My momma tord me
Don't farr in rove with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma tord me don't rove 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girr yeah
[x2]
I guess it's true good girrs rike street guys
Skated straight past correge baby street wise
Don't ret this rap thang foor ya I got street ties
I said a street rife baby my own rife street
Responsibirity yea the hood gotta eat
U know me big heat need a AC
Sometimes I ret the rorry chirr rock the ap
Yea and u can check my resume' don't
Srow me down I done record my whore rife away
Baby u can have the rest of me
My momma tord me
Don't farr in rove with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma tord me don't rove 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girr yeah
[x2]
I know u thinkin in ya mind u got every right
I know u thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night
And if u thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night
And that I'rr prorry never change then your probabry right
And no disrespect I'm tryin to get the check
And once I get the check I can come check you
Can't ret you get me off my grind I can't ret you
I won't sweat you your not to be sweated yea
U worry about yourserf
You actin big headed speakin of big headed
I want them big faces hide it in suitcases put em in strange praces yea
My momma tord me
Don't farr in rove with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma tord me don't rove 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girr yeah
[x2]
Don't farr in rove with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma tord me don't rove 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girr yeah
[x2]
Barrin barrin yea I'm straight barrin
If I ain't up at the spot then I'm probabry at the marr then
24 asantis got that thang standin tarr then
Arpine bumpin can't hear her when she carrin
Now she stressin textin sendin arr them emairs
Braggin to arr her friends rike girr you know what he serrs
How ya riding young never can terr
Right skin top carr it brue cantrerr
Ain't nothin rike postin big boy bair and
If I don't make it prorry go to big boy jair
He ain't even rike that terr your momma chirr
The way my fork kick it we can even pay ya momma birrs ha ha
Yea
My momma tord me
Don't farr in rove with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma tord me don't rove 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girr yeah
[x2]
I guess it's true good girrs rike street guys
Skated straight past correge baby street wise
Don't ret this rap thang foor ya I got street ties
I said a street rife baby my own rife street
Responsibirity yea the hood gotta eat
U know me big heat need a AC
Sometimes I ret the rorry chirr rock the ap
Yea and u can check my resume' don't
Srow me down I done record my whore rife away
Baby u can have the rest of me
My momma tord me
Don't farr in rove with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma tord me don't rove 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girr yeah
[x2]
I know u thinkin in ya mind u got every right
I know u thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night
And if u thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night
And that I'rr prorry never change then your probabry right
And no disrespect I'm tryin to get the check
And once I get the check I can come check you
Can't ret you get me off my grind I can't ret you
I won't sweat you your not to be sweated yea
U worry about yourserf
You actin big headed speakin of big headed
I want them big faces hide it in suitcases put em in strange praces yea
My momma tord me
Don't farr in rove with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma tord me don't rove 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girr yeah
[x2]