Playin' with my love and affection That ain't smart, no that ain't smart, oh If you're messin' around in the dark So little girl that's why I'm tellin' you The boogie man is gonna get you The Boogie Man will get ya My mama told me when I was quite young

Well, that mean old dirty Frisco And that low down Santa Fe Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe You know they take my girl away Lord, and they blow back out on me Well, my mama, she done told me And my papa told me too Mama told me and my papa

Mama always told me, papa always warned me Don’t hang around with boys like you Teacher always told me never to be naughty Don’t mess around with boys like you They talk a lot Your friends say he’s troublesome “Don’t do it, you’ll get hurt” But, they

Since you been got in the big city Well, you been startin' treatin' me wrong Your mama and your daddy done told me, baby Not to bring you to the South And the bright lights knocked you out I'm gonna send you back to Walker You had nothin' when I met you,

And I got no time, no time I just want my money right Mama told me that she's proud of me Told her, "Mummy, you can count on me" Models say they like the style on me I got a lot on my mind (Mind) Fuck with my slime and get slimed (Slimed) Baguettes,

I'll give her melodies Oh, my mama She gave me these feathered breaths Oh, the mamas I'll be a mama I'll have a daughter She told me "use your voice My little bird"

Now throw your hands up in the sky Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma I'ma put shit down Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, I'm good Welcome to the good life 50 told me go 'head switch the style up And if they hate then

His mama told him "someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear your playing music when the sun goes down Maybe someday you name will be in lights saying "Johnny B. Good tonight" Deep

Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Bandana and some low cuts Still trap the 4 Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug

Girl I don't wanna be the one you iggin' I need me a li'l baby who gon' listen Li'l Kodak they don't like to see you winnin' They wanna see you in the penitentiary My mama told me, "Boy make a decision" Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision They sendin'