Momma Used To Say Lyrics - Singles - Tony Sunshine

Intro: 

Yeah Top 

It's the T.O.P nikka.. it's the top not the bottom 

Yeah Mike Beck Drop that beat 

Chorus: 

Now how you end up in this fucked up situation (Momma used to say) 

Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time young men) 

And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto) 

And now your hiding in your house and you kick them out 

Verse I: Tony Sunshine 

Betta check who you fooling with, no doubt I'm on some cooler shit 

But my tooler spit, makes your hoes do a manula spin 

Shit I chip em off, ship em off tommorrow 

If they don't come back with my money by the morning 

You know me meng the kid be on it, from dusk till dawn meng the kid holding 

So have my money Homie have my dough 

You Wrong, if you think cross me I'm gunna let it go (Wow) 

Not Me I'm a rid em, Im Gunna hit em with a 40 cal, the bullet gunna split em 

He softer then a pillow talking bout his gunna peel us 

When I seen him nikka hugged me and he told me i'm the realest (you Know) 

Chorus: 

Now how you end up in this fucked up situation (Momma used to say) 

Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time young men) 

And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto) 

And now your hiding in your house and you kick them out 

Verse II:Mike Beck 

Ok I got money in my pocket, a honey at the crib 

Car on the lawn, I'm disrespectful out this bitch 

You can tell from the way that I walk, Gotta hustle like I'm Russell Green plate to the fork 

Put The 8th to your door, face taste on the floor 

I'm Impatient when I'm racing, pedal stays on the floor 

Metal straight to the jaw 

Didn't your momma warned you, not them the laws they run up on you 

In the honor of my doode I'm gunna blow hammers, hurd them creep while your still in cold jammas 

Hoes will jam ya', pose as canvas 

Stay calm never rush it will expose your handles 

Chorus: 

Now how you end up in this fucked up situation (Momma used to say) 

Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time young men) 

And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto) 

And now your hiding in your house and you kick them out