a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

devin - mo fa me lyrics

verse 1:
hey motherf-cker it’s me again yep
the one who f-cked your sister but quiet is kept
because she burnin’ but instead of cussin’ out the b-tch
just didn’t tell her then let her suck the p-ss up out my d-ck
gave me some money for gas i hopped out on 59
smokin’ weed (weed)
and feelin’ fine
d-ck suckin’ laws right behind and they look and they stare
but i got on my seat belt so i don’t care
“how the f-ck you doin’ today mr. officer?
if i had the time i wouldn’t mind to offer ya
a fat dime and a black nine in my sh-t
but no warrants and tight insurance so you can just ride the f-ck on b-tch”
people always gettin’ mad at me bein’ like this
drankin’ alcohol keeps me peein’ white p-ss
parents i’m not tellin’ your children to smoke ya see
cause if they just say no it be mo fa me

hook:
scratching “mo fa me”

verse 2:
what did you say your name was?
d-e-v-i-n
you saw me on the news but the tv be lyin’
they got bounty hunters lookin’ for me i’m wanted for theft
women claim that i came and got they p-ssy and left
i’m not an old fool from the old school like my adidas
cause all day i drink and smoke it’s like i need it
on stage you can boo you can hiss real loud
but i’ll just pull out my d-ck and take a p-ss in the crowd
then i’ll smile take a bow put down my mic and i’ll leave
get the money from the promoter hope it’s enough for some weed
head dead to the back with the vip status
in a room full of pimps tryin’ to find ’em a gladis
gotta pick one of ’em get one of ’em stick one of ’em quick
cause they n-gg-s might be here they n-gg-s might be talkin’ sh-t
they n-gg-s always somewhere they ain’t supposed to be
n-gg-s can’t keep up with they p-ssy then it’s mo fa me

hook

verse 3:
son said “daddy i don’t wanna go to school
cause the teachers a freak she t-ttie dance on the coo
and all my friends smoke reefer
i think it might be cheaper
if i buy a couple of pounds and sell ’em ounces and threefers”
cause any way to come up i got to do it ch’all
i’m havin’ flashbacks i’m about to stash crack in my drawers
but f-ck the laws
they got my brother already they can suck my b-lls
average n-gg- have no luck at all
but have no other choice but to take up the bet
tryin’ the seven or eleven when i come out and pick up a check
gotta get my sh-t fixed
hit a quick liquid
fringe benefit, like gettin’ my d-ck licked
cause this money runnin’ funny gonna break before i’m broke
and i can’t be wakin’ up in the mornin’ nothing to smoke
so i think i’ll smoke half and roll some sweets
well i can’t smoke i’m a sell it
h-ll it’s mo fa me

hook

- devin lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS