Foul Language Video (MV)

So I'ma do this for all the single mamas out there
You know what I'm sayin'?

All my single mamas
That's independent and strong women
They don't need no male figure for nothing ya dig
Nothing
Yeah

Foul language
My mama told me watch my language

I remember growing up
I used to have diarrhea in the mouth

Foul language

My mama used to say
Boy if you don't get...

My mama told me watch my language

Slap me in my face

Mama
I know you heard I'ma llama
No longer fit my cute pajamas (But now I'm grown ma)
I'm not behaving for allowance
(I'm grown na)

Mama (Hey, hey)
I was raised by them commas
The ones who never went to college
Ya got me cussin' all in private

But then ya showed me how to sit tight like a G
You told me being patient is the virtual key
(I love you mama)
And never will I ever sacrifice ya
They gon have to indict me
'Cause I'm bustin' anybody who try to play with my mama
Would wash my mouth with soap til I croak
Then I throw up
Only cuss in front the gang with my 4's thrown up
But then we made a promise
Told me when I'm 18
I could kick the funky spit including my profanity
Because I'm ballin' na
Girls so happen to command to me
I got'em falling out
Guess they thinking I'm the man to be
'Cause I be pouring out
My lil' heart like my mama told me
If the girl don't feel affection then she lonely
That's why I spit this hot sugar, honey, ice tea
In my lyrics
When I rap I like to cuss so they can feel it
But all respect to moms I ain't cussing in this song
'Cause if I cuss in this song
She gon do me wrong
Contemplating

Foul language (Yeah)
My mama told me watch my language

(Aye I'ma kill'em with this one)

Foul language

My mama used to always tell me
Boy you gon be special one day

My mama told me watch my language
(Just watch ya mouth)

Just watch ya mouth

Mama
Can I at least say negro?
In black man term
I gotta keep this record censored
I need radio burns
Like "Wazzam my negro?"
That's for my homies on the block
When they come around the house
We act like we don't curse a lot
We be thuggin' like a mob
I gaze up at the stars
To infinity I come and pray my life end up with God
A sinner who I be
I got discreet inside my blood
Tryna help the helping hand
Hit the streets and show it love
Be cussing up a storm when my mama leave the house
Wanted clout
So I started hangin' with a blunt in mouth
Duke it out
If the disrespect direct I bust ya mouth
Cussing all in public dummy then my mama put me out
Lot of voices to be heard in the ghetto
We shout to a standing
Applaud the people saying hello
We never trust an opp or a cop
On the block
'Cause they stop quap
From the plot
Aiming with the glock
So I use

Foul language
My mama told me watch my language

Foul language
My mama told me watch my language