paroles de chanson His Mama a Freak - Crybaby Cash

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, yeah, yeah

I'm in this bitch I'm getting faded
With a bad bitch
I don't know nothing about a day shift
Can't do that shit
I know what I'm doing, it ain't sustainable
But I take that risk
I got a bad light skin bitch
Want get her back bent
I'm trying to change your life, yeah, yeah, come on
I hope you like it
I got a twin still in the trenches like to strike shit
Yeah, and tell the DMV to unsuspend my license
Drop to my knees trying to release all of my vices
Walk it like a dog, I'm gone make her take it off
All my partners fathers, we overly involved
Niggas seen the opps, go ahead, make the call
Got a load out drop, go ahead, mark it off
Okay, my baby want a tan line
She was acting stiff at first I turned her to a fan now
He 37 and he still out here serving grams, huh
Mama was a freak, so he got raised by his grandma
He seen the news turned it on and you seen your mans, huh
Yeah, okay
You don't know nothing about keeping poles
You don't know nothing about catching loads
Shawty ain't even really that bad, she just use VSCO
Shawty getting kind of freaky
I told that hoe go play with the rose
Shawty ain't even much let me fuck yet
But she want me to do her toes
Nigga geeking off his first 20 ball, that shit ain't motion
Bitch, don't come around me showing off, cause I'm a joce you
My face dry, I walked out of the crib and I ain't had no lotion
I was trying to tell her, be quiet, stop talking and bend it over
I know it costs, but you ain't even much, rocking it right
Gone take it off
I got a hoe with a ankle monitor on she want take it off
Take it off, yeah, yeah, look at all this shit I pop
I got hoes that don't even like me, they just like the way I sauce
She a brand ambassador gone send her wig out
All that opp drilling, killing music, getting played out
Got a partner in that jam, trying to find a way out
Single as the fuck, but it's some hoes that I don't play about
That nigga sassy then a bitch, fuck it bat him in his mouth
I was trying to get nasty with my bitch
But she had a daddy in the house
That's cause she still stay with her people, yeah, yeah
My new hoes love me, why my main bitch think I'm evil?
And I'm a genius, but I had beef with all my teachers
He still ain't pop, but he like a hundred in on features
Forgot out her birthday, say she ain't fucking with me
From out the country, I can't pronounce her city
She trying to put some silicone behind her titties, yeah
That booty small, but that bitch soft, I'm having fun with it
Gone head and throw away the fire, I was done with it
I was trying to tell her shut her mouth with that fuck shit
Nigga keep talking out his top I'm gone crush him
I got a lot of bowls of pot, I'm finna flush 'em
She claim it been three months, that pussy should be dusty
I never lied straight to your face, why you don't trust me
And all the bad bitches from Houston, they like Bun B

Yeah, come on, come on, come on, yeah
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, yeah