Andre Millering - Mama's House Lyrics

If you wanna make some cash, you better get the upper means
F*ck all these bums, f*ck you and your flunky beat
I don't have to tell y'all how I do it, I'm just up in key
And my momma knows that I'm cold as f*ck

F*ck you mean f*ck them, and I say what's f*cked
Man, what the f*ck you mean

-Get your ass home
Huh
Momma said get your ass home
What you mean
Oh, damn
F*ck

Oh, man-
F*ck
Okay
Alright
Look

Momma finna' whoop my ass cause she just heard me bout to cuss
Aw, goddamn
Well, it is what it's up
I'ma have to make some f*cking money before I come back
Uh
And I'ma have to bribe her cause I don't get my ass wapped
Man, I meant whooped

Boy, this boy talking
Man, he acting so shook
I have my little niggas pop him like Captain Hook
Matter of fact, we Peter Pan
Young bulls with the big straps
That's the Peter Man
If they hear the pedo, then they gon' shoot him
F*ck

I f*cked up the f*cking beat again
Man, if they see the pedo, then they gon' blick him down
Understand I'm really happy
Till my momma whoop me now
Then I gotta f*cking frown
Remember times of spitting in my sister's room
F*cking how
Did she hear me

She put the belt to ass and beat my back
I know it's different
Cause I feel like a slave
I'm not trying to say that it is different

This ain't no colonation
Colorized
I make it more to fly
If you want to f*ck with me right now, gotta be quiet

Why
Cause if my mom ain't hear this shit, she gon' call me up
And I cannot be a whore motherf*cking slut
Get out my face
Be quiet
We rocking down the state
Never had a sneak up in the house, but I'ma get the okay
But if she hear me, then she gon' be like that little sneaky A
She gon' f*ck it, she heard her, wait

Then gon' put it back down
I'm really up in town
This girl gon' throw that ass round like it's around a clown

Around the clock, without the top, I make it more like Niles
You want to talk, but all that twat is always giving out
She thinks she smart, but she give up all the brain
Dummy bitch

Dummy hoe
Matter of fact, dummy sane
I make it more without the coach, but never had a run of fame
I'm running up, I bragging, but she would never know my name

Can she hear me now
Did another teaching, she gon' really get me
How
Cause she cannot come over

I know this ain't my mama's house, but we gon' get it over
And if you let her in that room, she gon' beat me over
No matter if she drunk
No matter if she fried

If it's me, then I'm getting my ass whooped like a guy
Fish fry, whooping on the belt
That's a double I
I just caught his f*cking ass whooping

Oh my god, what
She's calling me
Hello
Hello

Yeah
Hey, I don't know who the f*ck you think you are
While I was just on Facebook Live and heard your ass cussing a whole lot

I was just making music
I don't care what you was doing, boy
You ain't grown
You stay up underneath this damn roof, boy

You got me f*cked up
You want to hear some cussing
I got some cussing for you
I'm finna beat your ass

No
No
No
No

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