- Tyler, The Creator MOMMA TALK 歌词
- Tyler, The Creator
- His daddy fine, I'm fine, what you thought?
Shit, his daddy fine. Nah, his daddy, his momma fine, bitch
What you mean? He got his looks from me
You better tell this ho, this my nigga, though
My ride or die, I’d kill a mother****er over this one right here, nigga
I'd stand in front of a bullet, on God, over this one
My son used to record me beatin' his ass, facts
I didn’t give a ****
I, I bossed up on teachers, principals, mamas, kids
I didn't give a fu-am I lying?
You have no reason to
No
If you **** with my kids, I'll beat up kids over my kid, okay?
This little boy used to run, he was scared
I said, "Go get your bitch-ass mama"
I would beat your whole family and didn't give a ****
They be like "Tyler, Tyler mama crazy, Tyler mama crazy"
Yup, don't **** with my kid
Tyler would be like "Get 'em, mom"
But she like "No, don't do it"
Tyler would be like "Get 'em, mom, get ’em"
"No, mom, don’t do it"
I'd be like "Shut yo ass up"
She cryin’ "Noo—"
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