Mama's House Lyrics

If you wanna make some cash, you better get the upper means

Fuck all these bums, fuck you and your flunky beat

I don't have to tell y'all how I do it, I'm just up in key

And my momma knows that I'm cold as fuck

Fuck you mean fuck them, and I say what's fucked

Man, what the fuck you mean

-Get your ass home

Huh

Momma said get your ass home

What you mean

Oh, damn

Fuck

Oh, man-

Fuck

Okay

Alright

Look

Momma finna' whoop my ass cause she just heard me bout to cuss

Aw, goddamn

Well, it is what it's up

I'ma have to make some fucking money before I come back

Uh

And I'ma have to bribe her cause I don't get my ass wapped

Man, I meant whooped

Boy, this boy talking

Man, he acting so shook

I have my little niggas pop him like Captain Hook

Matter of fact, we Peter Pan

Young bulls with the big straps

That's the Peter Man

If they hear the pedo, then they gon' shoot him

Fuck

I fucked up the fucking beat again

Man, if they see the pedo, then they gon' blick him down

Understand I'm really happy

Till my momma whoop me now

Then I gotta fucking frown

Remember times of spitting in my sister's room

Fucking how

Did she hear me

She put the belt to ass and beat my back

I know it's different

Cause I feel like a slave

I'm not trying to say that it is different

This ain't no colonation

Colorized

I make it more to fly

If you want to fuck with me right now, gotta be quiet

Why

Cause if my mom ain't hear this shit, she gon' call me up

And I cannot be a whore motherfucking slut

Get out my face

Be quiet

We rocking down the state

Never had a sneak up in the house, but I'ma get the okay

But if she hear me, then she gon' be like that little sneaky A

She gon' fuck it, she heard her, wait

Then gon' put it back down

I'm really up in town

This girl gon' throw that ass round like it's around a clown

Around the clock, without the top, I make it more like Niles

You want to talk, but all that twat is always giving out

She thinks she smart, but she give up all the brain

Dummy bitch

Dummy hoe

Matter of fact, dummy sane

I make it more without the coach, but never had a run of fame

I'm running up, I bragging, but she would never know my name

Can she hear me now

Did another teaching, she gon' really get me

How

Cause she cannot come over

I know this ain't my mama's house, but we gon' get it over

And if you let her in that room, she gon' beat me over

No matter if she drunk

No matter if she fried

If it's me, then I'm getting my ass whooped like a guy

Fish fry, whooping on the belt

That's a double I

I just caught his fucking ass whooping

Oh my god, what

She's calling me

Hello

Hello

Yeah

Hey, I don't know who the fuck you think you are

While I was just on Facebook Live and heard your ass cussing a whole lot

I was just making music

I don't care what you was doing, boy

You ain't grown

You stay up underneath this damn roof, boy

You got me fucked up

You want to hear some cussing

I got some cussing for you

I'm finna beat your ass

No

No

No

No

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Oh

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