Still Live with My Moms Songtext

von Thirstin Howl III

Yo, I don't come from the suburbs and a big house,
With a backyard and a front lawn and all that
I never lived in a condo
Yo, I... I ain't even out on my own yet!
I'ma keep it real on the strength.

I still live with my moms (livin' with my moms)
This is for the heads that still live with they moms
I live with my moms
(live with my moms)
I can't even front I still live with my moms
Still livin' with my moms
(livin' with my moms)
A lot of Brooklyn heads still live with they moms
Live with my moms (livin' with my moms)
A grown ass man and still live with my moms

Yo... yo, yo, yo fuck that!
Yo as far as I know, straight up and down. Momma do the laundry,
Momma pay the bill, momma cook the food,
Yo stren'fth, I ain't going no where!

(Nigga's trying to fuck me while his mom's home)
Free rent, light, gas and phone
A momma's boy even though my ass is grown
Got the same bedroom, since third grade
Still be living here when I'm eight hundred and eighty eight

The only woman a man can trust
Even my uncle still lives with my grand-ma
My baby mother, knows that I know
If I move in with her, {you'd be calling Tyrone}
I'm never moving out of my mother's house
{Not even for these candy pannies that dissole in your mouth}
Not even if you gargled by the ounce
And couldn't make bottles disappear to entertain crowds

(yo what's all that for? you disrespecting me? you lucky your ass ain't move
In with me! I would've ripped up all your shit!)
Stupid tell me something I didn't know.

That's why I still live with my moms (you live with your moms?)
I can't even front I still live with my moms
I live with my moms (you livin' with your moms?)
Another Brooklyn head who lives with his mom
I live with my moms (livin' with your moms?)
(Sorry ass nigga still livin' with yo moms)
Still livin' with my moms, I live with my moms
(He livin' with his mom) a grown ass man (still livin' with his mom)

I ain't ashamed, I ain't ashamed...
Shout out, to my niggas in Comp-ton
Who still live with they moms and fight they brothers for the top bunk
I always say I'm moving out this year
But it'll be sooner if welfare finds out I live here
Yo it's cheap by my place
I ain't scared to open bills cuz non of them in my name
Got kicked out, my mom said I could move back
If I prove that I didn't steal my sister's food stamps
Every parent's panic
Is to have they little boy with a prison mailing address
She said, my rep, is not in question
As long as she was one that gave me the boxing lessons
So I throw out the garbage and wash the dishes
And I can't go outside without my mom's permission
Even though my flow is uncomparable
I'm an unsigned hype with no where else to go

Yo, yo hold on, hold on
What... why you tell 'em all your business for man?

I ain't ashamed

What if your moms really kicked you out man, then what'chu goin' do?

I'll go move in with my pops