Текст песни Mama Told me - Tana Hendrix

Mama told me you jump off the porch
In the streets gotta reap what you sow
So I grab the stresser the racks off the dresser
The pack a compresser OJ with a four
I'm in a bag make a fuck nigga mad
Know these bitches come bad
White or pink on her toes
Clutch on the pole
Know it's smoke by the loads
Tana solid ten toes feel this shit in my soul
Dropping the load money gotta get more
Really off of the top
And im dope as the keys watch me cook it up
Mixing designers these drugs build ambitions up
Cheifing on clouds see a star when you looking up
Mama told me you jump off the porch
In the streets gotta reap what you sow
So I grab the stresser the racks off the dresser
The pack a compresser OJ with a four

Uhhh
Redan high, 15 with a blick
Can't rock it like fashion but it came with the fit
Boys in the hood I ain't never playing Rick
Plug front a pack got me feeling like the shit
Just a young jit, Money feeling rich
Ran thru a couple thousands and I seen it wasn't shit
Know we get it by the Loads that's a Audemars wrist
Real stories out the six I was
Thugging with a blick with my cousin hitting licks now I'm looking like a lick
Bag fulla money adding drugs to the mix
YSL LOADED rolling up on a stick
Flash like a pic, memories wasn't having
Bitches wouldn't fuck now they wanna call me daddy
Pull up drop the load going up no nav-y
Ducked off to private can't even drop the addy
Bag in a bag that's just money in a baggie
Smelling looking like it exotic fashion
Off the porch baby sign the package
44 swooping counting up the rackies
Tana Thugging Makaveli passion
Hunnits new color Blue what's Craccin
Off the top know it's me, mask it
Wheezy Wee,how it shoot if it's plastic
Leroy with the dragon, I'm popping I'm flashing
I got the glow and I'm glowing up
Need the backend when I pop out and showing up
Mouth fulla gold talk to proper I know enough
Really know pain lost too many I'm pouring up
Blow out a lung and I cheif til I'm throwing up
Never too much cause this money? Is not enough
She suck the soul take the pain, but it's not enough
Ice but no double cup
I took my heart and I locked it up
My kids lost a mother, Then I lost a brother
I can't even lie that shit fucked me up
I feel safe in the trench but I keep it tucked
Know I'm balling no bench it was never luck
I seen them niggas they switched it was never love
Damn it was never Love

Mama told me you jump off the porch
In the streets gotta reap what you sow
So I grab the stresser the racks off the dresser
The pack a compresser OJ with a four
I'm in a bag make a fuck nigga mad
Know these bitches come bad
White or pink on her toes
Clutch on the pole
Know it's smoke by the loads
Tana solid ten toes feel this shit in my soul
Dropping the load money gotta get more
Really off of the top
And im dope as the keys watch me cook it up
Mixing designers these drugs build ambitions up
Cheifing on clouds see a star when you looking up
Mama told me you jump off the porch
In the streets gotta reap what you sow
So I grab the stresser the racks off the dresser
The pack a compresser OJ with a four