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[MILF]
Oh, oh. I heard you was a pleaser. And baby OH sh*t!
[Children]
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messin with my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messin with my mama
[Big Sean]
Ok, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true that (true that)
Oh, oh. I heard you was a pleaser. And baby OH sh*t!
[Children]
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messin with my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messin with my mama
[Big Sean]
Ok, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true that (true that)
Don’t call me daddy, only she can do that
Ok, me and yo mama be f*ckin’, boy you don’t know nothing about that
You seen her lookin’ all mad, ain’t time for ya nap?
You wake up, I’m back, eating up all your snacks
Don’t ask for help with your math (stupid)
Ain’t my fault, you can’t add
Don’t be out here fake cryin’, lyin’
Up in the key-hold straight spying
Only knock the door if you’re dyin’
I wish I could stay here forever (I love it)
You the only reason me and your mama ain’t together
She’s so much better than my old b*tch
Man, I love that old b*tch
I do
Ok, me and yo mama be f*ckin’, boy you don’t know nothing about that
You seen her lookin’ all mad, ain’t time for ya nap?
You wake up, I’m back, eating up all your snacks
Don’t ask for help with your math (stupid)
Ain’t my fault, you can’t add
Don’t be out here fake cryin’, lyin’
Up in the key-hold straight spying
Only knock the door if you’re dyin’
I wish I could stay here forever (I love it)
You the only reason me and your mama ain’t together
She’s so much better than my old b*tch
Man, I love that old b*tch
I do
[MILF]
OH! This feels so nice. Oh sh*t!
[Big Sean]
No stress, no drama,
Her kids hating, they know I f*cked their mama
I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama
I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messing with my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messing with my mama
[Big Sean]
The way she bounce both cheekies
Boy, she freaky, shoulda known she was kinky
When I walked inside the room and I seen her slinky (wtf)
Even made me use my pinky the way she teach me
It’s just so dreamy, oh God, damn, man
I cheat on tests, cheat on hoes, I cheat when I can
I’m even cheating on my whip, I got a side Benz
But she made me wanna cut off all my side friends (I love you, baby)
A nigga be tryna chase her, take her
They rape her, stand out the daycare sit there and wait there
Fuck, I can’t even trust the neighbors, damn (what you lookin at?)
You niggas stick to your young ho*s
I got a freak that wash, dry, and fold clothes
You motherf*ckers
[MILF]
Ooh this ? mothaf*cka! OH! Just let me, oh! Let me jockey this d*ck!
No stress, no drama,
Her kids hating, they know I f*cked their mama
I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama
I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messing with my mama
Man, that’s my mama
I got a freak that wash, dry, and fold clothes
You motherf*ckers
[MILF]
Ooh this ? mothaf*cka! OH! Just let me, oh! Let me jockey this d*ck!
No stress, no drama,
Her kids hating, they know I f*cked their mama
I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama
I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messing with my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messing with my mama
[Nicki Minaj]
I got my welfare check, smoking on that crack
Hell yeah I’m unemployed
Baby daddy-down my back
Now what you got for me Sean?
I heard it’s big and it’s long
I take my teeth out, suck it good
This where your d*ck belong
Y-Y-Yeeeaah, do it like that daddy
Pump pump bump bump it in my as*-matic
You a dummie, you is big bone
(Mom, I’m hungry) Shut your mouth, you little bastards gone
All this a*s is for you Seany, can I call you Seany?
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messing with my mama
[Nicki Minaj]
I got my welfare check, smoking on that crack
Hell yeah I’m unemployed
Baby daddy-down my back
Now what you got for me Sean?
I heard it’s big and it’s long
I take my teeth out, suck it good
This where your d*ck belong
Y-Y-Yeeeaah, do it like that daddy
Pump pump bump bump it in my as*-matic
You a dummie, you is big bone
(Mom, I’m hungry) Shut your mouth, you little bastards gone
All this a*s is for you Seany, can I call you Seany?
Sl-Sl-Sl-Sl-Slap me in my face with it
Get a crack valve with that bass in it
If I got weed then I’m lacing it
Eat all this ass, quit tastin’ it nigga
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messing with my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messing with my mama
[Juicy J]
I got yo mama all in my line
Bullets all in my 9
Rollie tell the time
Get a crack valve with that bass in it
If I got weed then I’m lacing it
Eat all this ass, quit tastin’ it nigga
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messing with my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Man, that’s my mama
Quit messing with my mama
[Juicy J]
I got yo mama all in my line
Bullets all in my 9
Rollie tell the time
She ain’t yours, she ain’t mine
Throw a hundred every time
I think my coupe just lost its mind
Put yo mama on that trippy shit, sippin lean, snorting lines
Overseas like “bonjour”
Last ten years I’ve been on tour
And I still got that old money
I touch more green than a lawnmower
With a ratchet b*tch, you laid up
I’m on my tour bus f*cking mamas getting paid up
I take that b*tch to my mansion
And a nigga can’t pay her to leave
Yo mama a great head doctor, with no PhD
My pockets stuffed with dough
I made it all in the streets
I might just go to the club, and throw it all on a freak
Throw a hundred every time
I think my coupe just lost its mind
Put yo mama on that trippy shit, sippin lean, snorting lines
Overseas like “bonjour”
Last ten years I’ve been on tour
And I still got that old money
I touch more green than a lawnmower
With a ratchet b*tch, you laid up
I’m on my tour bus f*cking mamas getting paid up
I take that b*tch to my mansion
And a nigga can’t pay her to leave
Yo mama a great head doctor, with no PhD
My pockets stuffed with dough
I made it all in the streets
I might just go to the club, and throw it all on a freak
Yo mama
Ratchet a*s bitch
[MILF]
Baby, oooooh. Can you feel what I feel, OH sh*t!
I want a bunch of boots and shoes, cuz mothaf*cka, I’m gonna be here a while.
Ratchet a*s bitch
[MILF]
Baby, oooooh. Can you feel what I feel, OH sh*t!
I want a bunch of boots and shoes, cuz mothaf*cka, I’m gonna be here a while.
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