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Mama Told Me
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Mama Told Me was released on May 5, 2019 by Grind Hard as a part of the album Dale Chapo
May 5, 2019
LabelGrind Hard
LanguageEnglish
BPM67
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Trap, Trap
[Verse 2]
Shit, we talkin' 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
Said, you found who I had a kid with?
I said, him goin' crazy, that **** at Magic
We flip a script like I'm flippin' gymnastics
I'm flippin' whatever's left in the attic
My kitchen off limits, my mama been bitchin'
She know we use soda way more than the average, look
Glock came extended, no cap
Bust that shit out the rap
I'm a trapper, no cap
Bust into third, I ain't seeing no sleep
See them checks hit at twelve, I'm knee-deep in the trap
Told you 'bout showin' them young **** shit
They done run off again, I been one from the snap
I'm on the west where the shit ain't good
Ain't no telling what you might have seen coming back
[Verse 3]
Mama told me go and get it
Mama told me go and get it
I'd rather be dead than be broke out here living
I turn me a four to a nine to a midget
Mama told me go and get it
Mama told me go and get it
I'd rather be dead than be broke out here living
I turn me a four to a nine to a midget
[Verse 4]
Turn me a slight to a midget, let's get it
My sac in raw, my lil **** gon' fill it
My bitch down to drive, we can't smoke till we get it
My **** in the streets and the pen and I'm wit it
Speak with your chest with you speak to the kid
I done spilled purple codeine all over my kicks
Twenty-five hundred a P and it's hittin'
Posted at you, '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 catchin' planes, I ain't catchin' no feelings
I'll shoot out the roof, and won't stop till it's empty
Beefin', don't bring in no money, you trippin'
Crack two of my jars, tryna test my lil' bitch
I can't cheat on my wrist, I'm too close to a six
Mama told me go and get it
I had to muscle my way on some fetty
I'm still stacking lettuce, a product of nothing
Reach if you want, you gonna need you a reverend
I'm still in the mix, I'ma re-up by seven
Street ****, I'm catchin' bikes on a Sunday
Street to street, I pop at your top like it's nothing
And I come from nothing, this shit can get ugly
I won't trust a soul when I'm dealing with money
[Verse 5]
Mama told me go and get it
Mama told me go and get it
I'd rather be dead than be broke out here living
I turn me a four to a nine to a midget
Mama told me go and get it
Mama told me go and get it
I'd rather be dead than be broke out here living
I turn me a four to a nine to a midget
Written by: Trapperman Dale
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