Ester Dean - Mama Told Me lyrics

My momma told me Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah [X2] Ballin ballin yea I'm straight ballin If I ain't up at the spot then I'm probably at the mall then 24 asantis got that thang standin tall then Alpine bumpin can't hear her when she callin Now she stressin textin sendin all them emails Braggin to all her friends like girl you know what he sells How ya riding young never can tell Light skin top call it blue cantrell Ain't nothin like postin big boy bail and If I don't make it prolly go to big boy jail He ain't even like that tell your momma chill The way my folk kick it we can even pay ya momma bills ha ha Yea My momma told me Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah My momma told me can't love 'em trust 'em Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah [X2] I guess it's true good girls like street guys Skated straight past college baby street wise Don't let this rap thang fool ya I got street ties I said a street life baby my own life street Responsibility yea the hood gotta eat U know me big heat need a AC Sometimes I let the rolly chill rock the ap Yea and you can check my resume' don't Slow me down I done record my whole life away Man shame I can't remember yesterday I think I really let these streets get the best of me Maybe you can have the rest of me My momma told me Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah [X2] I know you thinkin in ya mind u got every right I know you thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night And if you thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night And that I'll prolly never change then your probably right I mean you so correct, just out of respect No disrespect I'm tryin to get the check And once I get the check I can come check you Can't let you get me off my grind I can't let you I won't sweat you , your not to be sweated yea You worry about yourself You actin big headed speakin of big headed I want them big faces hide it in suitcases put em in strange places yea My momma told me Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah [X2]