Testi:
Little Texas Your Mama Won T Let Me

Your mama won't let me make you mine I wanna tear you away from those apron strings But your mama won't let me Buy you dinner and a diamond ring But your mama

Your mama won't let me make you mine I wanna tear you away from those apron strings But your mama won't let me Buy you dinner and a diamond ring But your mama

it was sad they was his fucking family misbehaved his family cried, "but everybody got's to die." but you won't feel what they feel into someone in your

to what your mama told ya Mob bosses, accepting no losses in the struggle Let your mouth overlook your ass, you in trouble [H.A.W.K.] Don't play, won't play never did Split your

some shit for me. Ying yang, you're my thing, Oh, now, baby, won't you hear me sing. Flip Flop, fit to drop, Come on baby, won't you let it rock?

bitch, 'fore your ass go broke [T-Pop:] Nigga my click above average, I'm pushing to be the man Call me a Paccino, and say hello to my little friend

yours, let us in Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you ain't nuttin' but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got

some shit for me Ying yang, you're my thing Oh, now, baby, won't you hear me sing Flip Flop, fit to drop Come on baby, won't you let it rock? Oh, yeah

shit for me. Ying yang, you're my thing, Oh, now, baby, won't you hear me sing. Flip Flop, fit to drop, Come on baby, won't you let it rock? Oh