Real Milf Hours - Billy Marchiafava

Mannjen mykje vekk å han e litt i tvil: Ho e treåførti men he lyst å være tjue, Gjenge på fjellje i ei grøne strikkahue Frå helsestudio å fjelltoppa i tronge kle Prøva å trene vekk valka å grevinne-sleng Å forge helg så kom ho heimjen med en yngre dreng Milf å pils Milf å pils No e det håp for dej så heite Bottolf å Nils Milf å pils Milf å pils Milf å pils Når dei bikka førti, so e det noke som skjer Dei begynde å like naboguti, han onge så heite Per Då skal dei ut å realisere sej sjøl I helgane e dei ofte å sjå ne på puben å drikke øl Milf å pils Milf å pils No e det håp for dej so heite Bottolf å Nils Milf å pils Milf å pils Milf å pils

Oh Oh You are just what the doctor ordered Ooh, look up there I heard you was a pleaser, and baby, oh shit! Man, not my mama (yep) Man, not my mama Man, not my mama (yep, uh) Quit messin' with my mama Okay, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true that (true that) Don't call me daddy, only she can do that Okay, me and yo mama be fuckin' (yup) Boy, you don't know nothin' about that You seen her lookin' all mad (mad), ain't it time for ya nap? You wake up, I'm back (back) eating up all your snacks (hah) Don't ask for help with your math (stupid) Ain't my fault, you can't add Don't be out here fake crying, lying Up in the keyhole straight spying Only knock the door if you're dying (don't you knock on this door) I wish I could stay in here forever (I love it) You the only reason me and yo mama ain't together (lil b-) She's so much better than my old bitch Man, I love that old bitch, I do (Oh, this feels so nice, oh shit) No stress, no drama Her kids hatin', they know I fucked their mama Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama, yup) Quit messin' with my mama Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Quit messin' with my mama The way she bounce both cheekies, boy she freaky (freaky) Shoulda known she was kinky When I walked inside the room and I seen her slinky (what the fuck) 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 do) I'm even cheating on my whip, I got a side Benz (I do) 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 (that's right) Lil' motherfuckers (yeah, that's right) (Ooh this great, big, enormous motherfucker!) (Oh! Just let me, oh! Let me jockey this dick!) No stress, no drama Her kids hatin', they know I fuck they mama Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama, yup) Quit messin' with my mama Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man not my mama (I love ya 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-yeah, do it like that daddy Pump, pump, bump, bump it in my ass-matic You ain't tell me you was big-boned (Mom, I'm hungry) shut your mouth, you little bastards, go on All this ass is for you Seany, can I call you Seany? S-s-s-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 Man, not my mama Man not my mama Man, not my mama Quit messin' with my mama Man not my mama Man, not my mama (high as a motherfucker) (trippy) Man not my mama Quit messin' with my mama (fuckin' e'rybody mama) I got yo mama all in my line (line), bullets all in my nine (nine) 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 (mind) Put yo mama on that trippy shit, sippin' lean, snorting lines (she high) Overseas 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 (bitch), you laid up (stupid ass) I'm on my tour bus fucking mamas getting paid up I take that bitch to my mansion (mansion), and a nigga can't pay her to leave (leave) Yo mama a great head doctor (groupie), with no PhD (groupie) 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, ooh, can you feel what I feel? Oh, shit I hope you brought your boots and shoes 'Cause motherfucker, I'ma be here a while

(Damn son, where'd you find this trash?) They could never figure me out Look at me now I remember being stuck on the couch Had to make a song 'cause I heard there's a drought Had to switch it up, never stickin' to one sound Fumbling the bag is a thing that you like doing I don't understand how you think you're an influence I could be alone today But I'ma lay back and just kick it with my humans Billy a professor and these rappers are my students Please grab a seat, let me show you how I do it Far from the person that you see on the computer Every days off like Bueller, Bueller, Bueller I could tell you ain't got no sense of humor I could tell you ain't got no sense of humor I'm a beast, I'm a dog on a hunt for a cougar If you see me at the party, do not show me your music, okay Billy's on the beat, bringing the heat Go shawty, it's ya birthday I'ma blow a rack and make it back on a Thursday The whip outside and it's looking good on my worst day You could hit my line, but baby do not be thirsty 'Cause the boy is always working like a surgeon, a doctor I'm certain I'm rockin' this shit 'til I am dead in a coffin I get paid to be awesome, used to just be Jim from the office Make a deposit every time I jot, I feel like an author Don't make me go Hollywood like I'm Kevin Costner These rappers I foster, I'm really making bread like a father (Damn, son) Focused on my craft, macaroni I just left the studio, it's six in the morning I just left the studio, it's six in the morning Did you hear me, I'm really recording 'Til I can hear them birds and I'm yawning I'm sick and I'm coughing, I'm really tryna live in the moment Don't do that often, I'm constantly thinking about where I'm going (Billy on the track) Let me get a plate of that lunch, munch Goofy better run Goofy better bring my funds 14 labels on my buns You said you like my songs, name one You said you like my songs, name five In my ear, Mike Tyson, my style, you bite Never needed anybody, I'm not your buddy, I'm barely even mine I'm a monster, come alive in the night (Billy on the-)