M.i.l.f. Lyrics - Hall Of Fame - Big Sean

Oh, oh. 

I heard you was a pleaser. And baby OH shit! 

Man, that's my mama Quit messin with my mama 

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 fuckin, boy you don't know nothin' 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 keyhole 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 bitch 

Man, I love that old bitch 

I do 

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OH! This feels so nice. Oh shit! 

No stress, no drama, 

Her kids hatin, they know I fucked their mama 

Man, that's my mama Quit messin with my mama 

Man, that's my mama Quit messin with my mama 

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 

Date 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 hoes 

I got a freak that wash, dry, and fold clothes 

You motherfuckers 

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Ooh this? mothafucka! OH! Just let me, oh! Let me jockey this dick! 

No stress, no drama, 

Her kids hatin, they know I fucked their mama 

Man, that's my mama Quit messin with my mama 

Man, that's my mama Quit messin with my mama 

I got my welfare check, smokin 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 dick belong 

Y-Y-Yeeeaah, do it like that daddy 

Pump pump bump bump it in my ass-matic 

You a dummie, you is big bone 

(Mom, I'm hungry) Shut your mouth, you little bastards go on 

All this ass 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 tasting it nigga 

No stress, no drama, 

Her kids hatin, they know I fucked their mama 

Man, that's my mama Quit messin with my mama 

Man, that's my mama Quit messin with my mama 

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 

Oas 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 bitch, you laid up 

I'm on my tour bus fucking mamas getting paid up 

I take that bitch 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 ass bitch 

Baby, oooooh. Can you feel what I feel, OH shit! 

I want a bunch of boots and shoes, cuz mothafucka, I'm gonna be here a while.