My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/
See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms
Heard the sound of several gun shots
Still living home with ya moms/
But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)
Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex
We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,
I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse
I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops
I did what i wanted man, dont listen to my moms
And i got that drive and she just might crash
Fake the laughs cause he knew his moms would break his ass
Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms
Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
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