Charli Brown Beatz - The MILF Song lyrics

[Sample from Baby Boy] [Hook]: She called me a motherf**er She lived life and had babies with another brother And now I'm thinking about it, bout to get her under covers Awe damn I am really bout to f** a mother [Verse One]: Sexy lil mama I'm excited to see Talked online, now we finally meet She looked so young, guess I'm kinda naïve And she musta treated her stretch marks with vitamin E And did mad p90x, opposite of tiny chest Stomach flat as doormats welcomed me below that Woulda never thought, I was not a**uming The womb I pursued had let loose a couple humans I ain't even know Rubbing on her soft things We at her home, no flicks of her offspring I'm up in the crib and I ain't see a crib I ain't see a toy, a high chair or a bib Or a stroller we just strolled real fast inside the backroom No kiddie toothbrushes in the bathroom Guess they was sleeping Not anymore, heard someone creeping Knock at the door Little girl seven, boy looked four, he was mad started hating Little Man Marlon Wayans With the Boondocks fro or the kid from The Cleveland show Son was mad animated, peep it though I'm trying to hide in the corner Hoping they don't got a clue What we was doing but this dude was like ‘Who the hell are you?' I said "Sha", shorty s**ed his teeth And said "I hope you know my mama ain't no freak." [Hook]: Now she called me a motherf**er She lived life and had babies with another brother And now I'm thinking about it, bout to get her under covers Awe damn I am really about to f** a mother I got to do it though Now she called me a motherf**er She lived life and had babies with another brother And now I'm thinking about it, bout to get her under covers Awe damn I am really about to f** a mother I'm so sorry [Verse Two]: Look you can make an infant in less than an instant So now I'm having second thoughts, start being distant Whispers in my ear But I ain't even listening If you like me why come you ain't tell me about your kids then? Am I just a lay for her Maybe she's an actress Stageshow, play for her, scene 1 mattress Scene 2 living room, next scene playground Swing pushing, monkey bars, then I got no way out I'ma lose by landslide Tried to run away then I looked at her backside Then I gave in, s** mad official Mad tattoos, ex man's initials Kids names on her so I'm beating and reading If we go further, I'm concerned with things her seeds'll be needing I had her screaming, for some reason she would keep on repeating "Daddy daddy" I got paranoid, I'm sneakily leaving Came back next day, sharing ziplock baggies Of some Cheetos, we watching Hip-hop Harry And Yo Gabba Gabba Little man said he Youtubed me, and I was better than the average rapper Son still learning how to potty Got the nerve to tell me last night I heard you hurt my mommy Awe man...that's messed up [Hook]: Now she called me a motherf**er She lived life and had babies with another brother And now I'm thinking about it, bout to get her under covers Awe damn I am really about to f** a mother I got to do it though Now she called me a motherf**er She lived life and had babies with another brother And now I'm thinking about it, bout to get her under covers Awe damn I am really about to f** a mother I'm so sorry {beat switches} [Verse Three]: I'm a motherf**er She lived life and had babies with another brother And now I'm thinking about it I just got her under covers Awe damn...I'm...I'm sorry Look So tell me what's the answer if you don't got a seed And you run into a lady and she got what you need And she got a little baggage, but the bags live and breathe And talk and cry and want someone to feed them And she could be the one You could be in love Cause she got a son Or a daughter that ain't your blood Do you write her off? Or do you step it up? That's why they call it stepfam Sometimes it's a plus But There is a flipside, buy her daughter jeans But she got his eyes, his genes, she is from another fam Introduce you to her friends, “Oh that's my mommy's man” Her son wants to like you but the last dudes ran So he's mad standoffish and you kinda understand And it's tough to show discipline You want them to dig you and You wanna have another seed, you know you gon' treat different and You think for a minute, the hole that you slip up in Had a whole body that could fit up in I mean came up out And you faced wit doubt Maybe there's more than one father and he claims the house Comes by, pays bills, gives you half a dap With a smirk like, "Stupid I could have her back." And they're cool so he might be tapping that And you saving her a**, while he's laughing at you Guess the best advice is keep moving slow Cause honestly you don't know what the future holds One day, you dating model broads, groupie hoes Next day you watching Pokemon and Yu-gi-oh So Just because she got a little one And the dealings with the pops of that kid is done Doesn't mean that she can't go get her some I'll give her some, then watch how quick I run I'm a motherf**er [Sample of Menace II Society]