Текст песни Momma Told Me - Trapperman Dale
Anybody
that
got
to
get
up
and
go
fuck
with
another
nigga
Every
goddamn
day
to
get
him
some
goddamn
money
Sit
around
all
day
long
You
a
straight
up
hoe
And
you
gonna
snitch
Trap
Trap
Trap
Let
the
band
play
Shit
we
talking
bags,
I
need
me
a
boat
I′m
married
to
money,
we
just
got
eloped
I
got
dirt
on
my
heart,
I
ain't
using
no
soap
Slidin
through
traffic,
codeine
on
my
soda
I′m
smokin
on
Cali
My
bae
come
from
Oakland,
she
can
get
tragic
I
make
it
happen,
you
said
you
fronted
who
a
hal-key
of
that
what
I
seen
him
going
crazy,
that
nigga
at
Magic's
We
flip
a
script,
like
I'm
flipping
gymnastics
I′m
flipping
whatever′s
left
in
the
attic
Mt
kitchen
off
limits
My
momma
been
bitching
She
know
we
use
soda
way
more
than
addicts
Look,
Glock
came
extended
no
cap
Bus
shit
out
the
rap
I'm
a
trapper,
no
cap
1st
an
the
3rd,
I
ain′t
seeing
no
sleep
See
them
checks
hit
at
12th
I'm
knee
deep
in
the
trap
Told
you
about
showing
them
young
niggas
shit
They
done
run
off
again,
A
big
worm
finna
snap
I′m
on
the
west
where
the
shuck
game
good
Aint
no
telling
what
you
might
have
seen
coming
back
Huh
Momma
told
me
go
get
it
Momma
told
me
go
get
it
I'd
rather
be
dead,
then
broke
out
here
living
I
turn
me
a
4 to
a
9 to
a
midget
Huh
Momma
told
me
go
get
it
Momma
told
me
go
get
it
I′d
rather
be
dead,
then
broke
out
here
living
I
turn
me
a
4 to
a
9 to
a
midget
Turn
me
a
slight,
to
a
midget
let's
get
it
My
sac
came
in
raw,
my
lil
nigga
gonna
fill
it
My
bitch
down
to
drive,
we
can't
smoke
till
we
get
it
My
nigga
need
stripes
in
the
pen,
and
im
with
it
Speak
with
your
chest
when
you
speak
to
the
kid
I
done
split
purpl
codeine
all
over
my
kicks
2500
a
P,
and
it′s
hitting
Pull
to
the
yo,
cause
I
still
brought
it
with
me
Damn
near
took
a
loss,
I
high
speed
in
a
rental
Took
me
a
trip
just
to
see
who
was
sending
I′m
catching
plays
I
aint
catching
no
feelings
I'll
shoot
out
the
roof
and
won′t
stop
till
it's
empty
Beefin
don′t
bring
in
no
money,
you
tripping
Crack
two
of
my
jars
trying
test
my
little
bitch
I
can't
cheat
on
my
wrist
I′m
too
close
to
a
6
Momma
told
me
to
get
up
and
go
get
it
I
had
to
muscle
my
way
on
some
fetty
I'm
still
staking
lettuce
a
product
of
nothing
Reach
if
you
want,
you
gonna
need
you
a
reverend
I'm
still
in
the
mix,
I′m
reup
by
7
Street
nigga,
I′m
catching
bites
on
a
sunday
Street2Street
i'll
pop
at
your
top
like
it′s
nothing
I
come
from
nothing,
this
shit
can
get
ugly
I
won't
trust
a
soul
when
I′m
dealing
with
money
Momma
told
me
go
get
it
Momma
told
me
go
get
it
I'd
rather
be
dead,
then
broke
out
here
living
I
turn
me
a
4 to
a
9 to
a
midget
Momma
told
me
go
get
it
Momma
told
me
go
get
it
I′d
rather
be
dead,
then
broke
out
here
living
I
turn
me
a
4 to
a
9 to
a
midget
With
that
bullshit,
then
come
out
and
play
like
you
tough
Ain't
got
no
money,
can't
play
your
way
into
the
club
Can′t
buy
ya
no
motherfucking
beer
Dick
holding
motherfucker
You
need
to
break
ya
neck,
and
go
to
the
penitentiary
Cause
you
a
sorry
motherfucker
Penitentiary
don′t
even
want
you
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