"Mama Told Me" lyrics
Fat Trel, Skilla Baby & Kerch Dolla Lyrics
[Kerch Dolla:]
Mama told me, "If you ever, ever, ever"
Uh
[Skilla Baby:]
When you really in the streets, shit get dangerous
Nigga, we'll send a demon to an angel
With a lil' Latina speakin' Spanglish
I used to wanna be like Mike, Calvin Cambridge
He a ho nigga, but he make me paper
I wanna trust him, but I don't know his angle
Niggas started changin' when I got famous
I got richer, all my friends turned to strangers (Huh)
I'm throwin' everything away 'bout Reg and Eric Campbell
I wanna settle down with my bitch and have a baby
But I can't right now 'cause I think my hoes gon' hate me
I'm rich, but I'm still in the streets, somebody save me
[Kerch Dolla:]
Mama told me don't ever back down from nobody
One day, you gon' have problems
You gon' have to solve somebody, Dolla
[Fat Trel:]
In the trenches with a killer tryna get back
Spendin' cheese, know I'm tryna get a fifty pack
They said I made a blog today, bitch, I need fifty racks
Niggas hatin', I'm like, "Why the fuck you send me that?"
When you really in the streets, you see the feds more
Slap an extension in the chopper, let the lead pour
My bitch just told me yesterday I need to care more
Meanwhile I'm tryna cop a worker at the airport (Bitch)
Triple beams, I got Percocets and plenty lean
Ten millis, I got switches, I got green beam
Young nigga say he want some money, I can fake streams
Just slap a kitchen with a pot, I can make clean
Money on money and paper on pape'
From the East to the West, real niggas can relate
I got bitches up in North slappin' O's on the plate
Got some bitches in the South rockin' gold in they face, I'm a-
[Kerch Dolla:]
I done been on trial for attempts and I beat 'em
Bitches feel sick when you won't need 'em
Got a couple niggas who gon' kill and I feed 'em
Don't know why I keep buyin' guns and I don't need 'em
Got stars in the ceiling and the ones she lookin' at
Got interrogated by 'em so many times and I ain't crack
Grind a nine-piece from a split, knew I wasn't lookin' back
If you really gangster, I think you should tell us where you at, Dolla
Mama told me don't ever back down from nobody
One day, you gon' have problems
You gon' have to solve somebody, Dolla
Mama told me, "Don't you never back down from nobody"
One day, you gon' have problems
You gon' have to solve somebody, Dolla, Dolla
Mama told me, "If you ever, ever, ever"
Uh
[Skilla Baby:]
When you really in the streets, shit get dangerous
Nigga, we'll send a demon to an angel
With a lil' Latina speakin' Spanglish
I used to wanna be like Mike, Calvin Cambridge
He a ho nigga, but he make me paper
I wanna trust him, but I don't know his angle
Niggas started changin' when I got famous
I got richer, all my friends turned to strangers (Huh)
I'm throwin' everything away 'bout Reg and Eric Campbell
I wanna settle down with my bitch and have a baby
But I can't right now 'cause I think my hoes gon' hate me
I'm rich, but I'm still in the streets, somebody save me
[Kerch Dolla:]
Mama told me don't ever back down from nobody
One day, you gon' have problems
You gon' have to solve somebody, Dolla
[Fat Trel:]
In the trenches with a killer tryna get back
Spendin' cheese, know I'm tryna get a fifty pack
They said I made a blog today, bitch, I need fifty racks
Niggas hatin', I'm like, "Why the fuck you send me that?"
When you really in the streets, you see the feds more
Slap an extension in the chopper, let the lead pour
My bitch just told me yesterday I need to care more
Meanwhile I'm tryna cop a worker at the airport (Bitch)
Triple beams, I got Percocets and plenty lean
Ten millis, I got switches, I got green beam
Young nigga say he want some money, I can fake streams
Just slap a kitchen with a pot, I can make clean
Money on money and paper on pape'
From the East to the West, real niggas can relate
I got bitches up in North slappin' O's on the plate
Got some bitches in the South rockin' gold in they face, I'm a-
[Kerch Dolla:]
I done been on trial for attempts and I beat 'em
Bitches feel sick when you won't need 'em
Got a couple niggas who gon' kill and I feed 'em
Don't know why I keep buyin' guns and I don't need 'em
Got stars in the ceiling and the ones she lookin' at
Got interrogated by 'em so many times and I ain't crack
Grind a nine-piece from a split, knew I wasn't lookin' back
If you really gangster, I think you should tell us where you at, Dolla
Mama told me don't ever back down from nobody
One day, you gon' have problems
You gon' have to solve somebody, Dolla
Mama told me, "Don't you never back down from nobody"
One day, you gon' have problems
You gon' have to solve somebody, Dolla, Dolla
