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Mama said eat your veggies Mama said opinions won't pay your rent Mama said money won't make you rich Mama said boy you better wash your dish Fuck raw then raise your kids Don't do it if it make no sense If they dip when you down then they ain't your friends Stay you, don't obey no trends Too much in my head I ain't got no time Gotta get this bread Gotta get this wine Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line If it ain't the commas on my mama it's declined I don't drink no coca-cola Soul is so like Motorola's Only want it if its Kosher Not a hole, i'd rather nola Darling, you know i am boring I don't like the club but you can stay and grab a cup I'm just a nigga from New York Yankee, fitted in my trunk Took a minute now but i'm lit and now my city show me love Brooklyn spread the love SongtexteGet your funds Used to take the g and now we count em up Broke a lot of hearts and all that i can say was i was young Call me on my jack All my nigga's really got my back Shorty got my heart So i promise her that i'll be back If it feel like love, lil homie then it's probably that If you got a feeling she a thottie, she probably that Too much in my head I ain't got no time Gotta get this bread Gotta get this wine Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line If it ain't the commas on my mama it's declined Too much in my head I ain't got no time Gotta get this bread Gotta get this wine Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line If it ain't the commas on my mama it's declined Fuck up some commas I'm just trying to make some racks i can spend on my mama Small city had me feeling like i'm Napoleon [?] But i ain't talking to no Tina's and feeding no llama's And girls with sharks and piranha's Hype beast's and all pre Madonna's Came a long way from a kid Now i'm a man trying to stay who he is But he say he's different, i'm not who i was I can only affect how i exist in the present The noblest king was a peasant An hour can change in a second The entrance is often the exit I get in the plane, i need presents So keep your bullshit, i'm a presence aye Part of me is i'm partin' seas Not a ten man, all this heart in me is I ran to the meter Pay the parking fees When you're for the fence [?] Chef and recipees Till i rest in peace Blood and elbow grease Going hard to my final now Y'all be draining the spinal tap I'm still chewing on bottle caps And i say Fuck they rules and just do it your own way Aus Songtexte Mania