Lyrics Mama Should've Told Me - Just Brittany, Z RO

Mama Should've Told Me

If mama would’ve told me there be hatin' ass niggas
That be caught up in they feelings
While they counting your figures
If mama would’ve told me there be plotting ass hoes
That be smiling up in yo face while they stealing your dough
If mama would’ve told me there be backstabbing friends
When you can’t do no more for em' and they gone with the wind
If mama would’ve told me
If mama would’ve told me
If mama would’ve told me not to trust these niggas
Then I wouldn’t’ve started wilding out and fucking with these bitches
I learned you can’t call a stripper your bestfriend
We was working in Platinum city
I was giving you my ends
Had to pay my mama rent
Had to take care of my shit
And I was getting used by these hoes and I ain’t realize it
First fell in love when I was only sixteen
But back then I didn’t know
Didn’t know what it mean
Then I fell in love with the money
I was all about my business
I was young and wanting attention
Mama said slow down I wouldn’t listen
One thing she said
«Don't open your legs to every guy you meet, respect is everything.»
But I learned the hard way
Even though mama warned me
Mistakes turned into lessons that I learned along the journey
And I’ve walked for some miles, but I hold my head proud
Because mama always told me to kill em' with a smile
If mama would’ve told me there be hatin' ass niggas
That be caught up in they feelings
While they counting your figures
(If mama would’ve told me)
If mama would’ve told me there be plotting ass hoes
(If mama would’ve told me)
That be smiling up in yo face while they stealing your dough
(If mama would’ve told me)
If mama would’ve told me there be backstabbing friends
When you can’t do no more for em' and they gone with the wind
If mama would’ve told me
(If mama would’ve told me)
If mama would’ve told me
(Told me)
No wonder why my attitude is fuck all y’all
And all of y’all can kiss my ass
And even though we related, do I trust y’all, nah
Y’all just here to try to get my cash
But I ain’t having none of that bullshit
Woman you better believe
Ain’t tryna hear nothing you tryna say
Yeah I think it’s better if you would just leave
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
Taking care all y’all
Roaching off me all month
When the first get here
Now where all y’all
If you think I don’t know what you told so and so about me
Man I’m so up it don’t even register when y’all be tryna doubt me
Finally I found me
I never was looking for you bitch
If I would’ve known back then
What I know right now
Would’ve had my own plane on pour right now
Would’ve helped myself instead helping others
I would’ve been in a better position
Thankful to be a millionaire
But I could’ve been a billionaire
Looking at my life just wishing
I would’ve did it different
But I’m not mad though
I got a bag hoe and it’s large
It don’t mean nothing
But it still feel good to see
All these vehicles in my garage
Kill these hoes
Mama said
To kill these hoes
(Ohh, ohh, oh)
If mama would’ve told me there be hatin' ass niggas
(Hatin' ass niggas)
That be caught up in they feelings
While they counting your figures
(Countin' ass bitches)
If mama would’ve told me there be plotting ass hoes
(Watchin' ass bitches)
That be smiling up in yo face while they stealing your dough
(Fake ass bitches)
If mama would’ve told me there be backstabbing friends
(I don’t fuck with y’all, I don’t fuck with y’all)
When you can’t do no more for em' and they gone with the wind
(I don’t fuck with y’all)
If mama would’ve told me (Mama would’ve told me)
If mama would’ve told me (Mama should’ve told me)
Kill these hoes
Mama said
To kill these hoes
(Ohh, ohh, oh)