Livin With Yo Mama Lyrics

Eliza Neals Livin With Yo Mama

Livin With Yo Mama

When I first met you boy you were lookin so fine
Dressed up spectacular buyin expensive wine
Now I call you up so we can be alone
Whose this woman answering your phone

Chorus
Livin with yo mama
C'mon boy that ain't cool
Livin with yo mama
C'mon tell me the truth

So I drove over to see if it was true
I saw your Mama standing next to you
You had a trash bag in your right hand
She smacked you in the head then
You took it to the can

Chorus
Livin with yo mama
C'mon boy that ain't cool
Livin with yo mama
C'mon tell me the truth
Oh yeah

Guitar solo

So I pulled my car right up to the curb
You got to know this boy I was so disturbed
Playin out this game your playin me for a fool
Your Mama told me boy you never graduated highschool

Chorus

Livin with yo mama
C'mon boy that ain't cool
Livin with yo mama
C'mon tell me the truth Oh yeah
Livin with yo mama
C'mon boy that ain't cool
Livin with yo mama
C'mon tell me the truth
Oh yeah