Mother, May I...? ft. Daya Carter Lyrics

Yuh

It's The Muva & The Ripper

B I G, Big D C

Uh

Check 1, check 2, I'm bouta bag a bitch

Out rapping every bar that come against me, I'm a bragging bitch

I start breathing fire. I'm the dragon when I drag a bit

Call me Mr. Ripper, when I'm done they toe tagging kits

And yes I am the king. I been the king whether dead or alive

The way I drive em crazy you'd think I was running Enterprise

Think I was a vixen in a porno, how I get a rise

Talking bout my dick, they on my dick. I got em dickmatized

How we friends but you wanna switch on me, always wanna ditch on me

Nigga you weird, fuckin my friends OD, tryna come home to me

I let lotta shit slide, now iain letting shit breathe

And if you try to come for me, make sure yo bars ain't coming in weak cuz I'm

A better a rapper, I'm a better writer, I'm the better nigga, and the better bitch

I got the better songs, I got the better fans, I got the better streams, and the better diss

Nigga said it's up, so I took away his floor

You would think I was an Avatar, I bend em like a hoe

Bitch (Mother, May I)

Make a point cuz we about to shut it down (May I)

Take it to the ring I need a couple rounds (Mother, May I)

Tell the circus we about to bring the clowns (May I)

Get them niggas tryna push up on the crown (Mother, May I)

Press play and put this beat in my surround sound

Telling everybody the big kahunas in town now (May I)

Mother, May I (Mother, May I)

Mr Rippa, Muva Mayhem in the building bitch

Ykno what?

Everybody, I need y'all to get on yo feet

Cuz I need y'all to make some noise

For the mother

Mother of her Haus

And the queen of the damn city

Yo

Flip my hair & son these bitches, pedigree cuz I'm the momma

That's So Raven in the future. I'm fucking up all they commas

If you putting me in drama, I'm putting me in designer

I don't make no empty promise. I promise you don't want problems bitch

They call me bitchy, PMS, I pack em up and UPS

Cuz me? I don't make empty threats and can't nobody make me sweat (make me sweat hoe)

I swear you ain't seen nothing yet, I told em once they won't regret

Why tell em twice, retweet the text, I fly on private jets

Tell em go get the belt, I'm bout to discipline

I got em running in circles, burnout the Michelin

I love some TLC I never need a minute man

I hate a no, if thats what you thinking then think again

Iain think I was a nail tech but these weak bitches wanna press me

Fly like I'm in first class. I'm a millionaire Great Gatsby

If I had a wish I'd probably wish a bitch would

I'm the mother. I'm the icon. Ain't another bitch could

Bitch (Mother, May I)

Make a point cuz we about to shut it down (May I)

Take it to the ring I need a couple rounds (Mother, May I)

Tell the circus we about to bring the clowns (May I)

Get them niggas tryna push up on the crown (Mother, May I)

Press play and put this beat in my surround sound

Telling everybody the big kahunas in town now (May I)

Mother, May I (Mother, May I)

Mr Rippa, Muva Mayhem in the building bitch

Ykno what?

Originally, I was going to use this part, as the Mother of MY Haus, to son you bitches but

Guess we'll save that for the next track

Yo

That's that (Pretty Gang)

My body on (Pretty Gang)

My money on (Pretty Gang)

And I been a Pretty Gangster (Pretty Gang)

I spit that (Pretty Gang)

My face on (Pretty Gang)

I pull up with my (Pretty Gang)

Cuz I been a (Pretty Gang)