Me And Ya Momma

(album: The Vault - 2019)

$hort Dog
A lot of you niggas running around here talking 'bout
Bitch
"You ain't my real daddy, you ain't my real daddy"
Well, looka here, I'm fucking ya momma, for real
You know what it is
Now that's real

If your homies find out
I be fucking on ya momma, I be all up in your house
When you go to bed at night I fuck yo' mama on the couch
I wake up in the morning in her bed smoking loud

It's just me and ya momma
It's just me and ya momma

It's a whole lotta things going on with you
And you don't even know I had nothing to do with it

The first time I fucked her you was in your room
She was screaming so loud you had to know what she was doing
Woke up the next morning and she cooked us breakfast
Standing at the stove, booty big as Texas
I said, "Baby, I wanna have some fun wit' you"
Seen you getting mad, so I smoked a blunt wit' you
Told me I was cool, and you said you was a fan
Don't worry about ya momma, she in good hands

(I'm fucking ya momma)
It's just me and ya momma
It's just me and ya momma
It's just me and ya momma
It's just me and ya momma

I'ma keep pulling that muhfucking deuce and a quarter in front of your muhfucking house
And every time you get off the bus from school, nigga, you gon' see that car in front of the house and you gon' know who's in there
It's me, nigga
(It's just me and ya momma)
I'ma be sitting on that muhfucking couch, nigga, drinking your Capri Suns, nigga, watching Dr. Phil
Chilling on your muthafucking couch
(It's just me and ya momma)
Fucking ya momma
(It's just me and ya momma)
Don't talk shit to me, nigga, take it up with ya momma
Ya momma's letting me do this shit
Ya momma like me

Open up the door, she lost the key
You talking 'bout, "Who is it?", nigga, it's me
Every time I come through, the weed is free
So if your friend's talking shit and say she fucking Too $hort
He probably turned the camera on and then pressed record
You better tell them muthafuckas I'm your stepdad
And when I walk up in your house you gon' respect that
It's me and ya momma

I said, "Nigga, stop watching me"
(It's just me and ya momma)
Got me fucked up
(It's just me and ya momma)
But anyway

Everywhere I go it's just me and ya momma
We trying to get you out, you always be in some drama
And every time I make bail, you act like I wanna
When every other day you getting dumber and dumber
Nigga, that's why it's just me and ya momma
We butt ass naked, we don't be in pajamas
Got me wasting my money on your bitch ass
But I love ya momma, boy, so you gon' get that
You should be happy I'm wit' her, you lucky as fuck
'Cause when I ain't around, you be fucking shit up
It's just me and her, mayne

It's just me and ya momma
Me and ya momma
Me and ya momma
It's just me and ya momma
At the grocery store, it's just me and ya momma
At the cleaners, it's just me and ya momma
At the court, it's just me and ya momma
At the school, it's just me and ya momma
In the strip club, just me and ya momma
In the hood, it's just me and ya momma
In jail, it's just me and ya momma
In the bed, it's just me and ya momma

You know, ya momma said to me the other night, she said, "Make love to me, talk dirty to me"
I said, "Your kitchen, your dishes ain't been washed in two weeks"
(Man, you rich, man)
I ain't got no money, nigga, I got three strikes, I can't find no job, nigga
I'm the one making ya momma happy, nigga
I'm around the house, I'm fixing shit, I can cook and everything, nigga
I've been to the pen, and I ain't bringing no money in the house, nigga
But I'm making ya momma happy
It's me and ya momma