Momma Songtext
von Sinzere

Momma
I had to tell my momma
I told my momma
Momma momma
Hi mom

I told my momma
I ain′t gon sell work no mo
No
I told my momma
I ain't gon sell work no mo
No no no no


Fuck around a youngin moving bricks
With the big dawgs tryna hit a lick
For that chow mein no chopsticks
Man dem from da tropics
Sick heads with da choppers
403 to your head top
I was talking work like a sweatshop
Young hungry young money
We ain′t talking make your bedrock
Had that Betty White in a head lock
Momma praying I don't get locked
Granny praying I ain't on the block
Running out of time and I ain′t got a watch
Know the feds watching and the streets talking
The streets taught me

Hood nucca dreams
Stacking all this green
Getting out clean
Misses fucking clean

I told my momma
I ain′t gon sell work no mo
I told my momma
I ain't gon sell work no mo
I told my momma
My momma my momma
Momma
I ain′t gon sell work no mo
Trap trap trap trap trap
Momma
I ain't gon sell work no more


Momma I′m praying
They tryna assassinate me
Set me up JFK me
I'm on my presi
I′m rolling rolling I'm rolling
A thorough bread I been loyal
Wash me down in them oils
I was young and misguided
Whylin' whylin′ rarely smiling
The trap a trap
Them nuccas you wit don′t love you back
Wouldn't go to bat
Turn your back they pull that back then bang bang bang
Real nuccas die like everyday
Young baby′s hit by strays
Have me looking at the game lil strange
Thank God I never caught a case
All that fake ass shit don't hold no weight
Bait

Hood nucca dreams
Stacking all this green
Getting out clean
Misses fucking clean

I told my momma I ain′t gon sell work no mo
I told my momma I ain't gon sell work no mo
I told my momma
My momma my momma momma
I ain′t gon sell work no mo
Trap trap trap trap trap
Momma I ain't gon sell work no more