Bruh,
Peep this out
Yo' momma checkin me out
He like, nigga chill
I'm just keepin it real
When she, lookin at me
My lil mans get happy
Shiid, I'll be ya pappy
Cuz I want her badly
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
Damn momma look real good
Hair done, nails done
Classy not hood
She drives a G-waggon
She looking like a stallion
Miss Barbra can I help
U tame that thang back thur, that waggon?
It's clappin
Tell me girl whats happening
If U a meal then I'm smacking
I'm tryna take care all yo bills
Cuz a woman like U deserve good gifts
So can we get it crackin?
I'm a young boy but I'm packin
I'll take care of all yo kids
Just to feel them grown full lips
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
Can I get a lil taste?
See u up in that lace?
Miss independent I'm so dependent
U dont need to raise me
I'm grown and nasty
I'm tryna grip yo waste
Before I eat it, I say grace
We can lay up
Til tha sun up
She said 'boy get out my face'
Wait Hol'up
Boy I can be yo momma
So miss me wit dat drama
I need a real man with real bands
Not just a little few dollas
U tried it that was hella cute
Now gone now lil boo
I got nothing for ya
But I still adore ya
But I'm way too much for u
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Brochard - I Want Yo' Momma! Lyrics
Brochard - I Want Yo' Momma! Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Bruh,
Peep this out
Yo' momma checkin me out
He like, nigga chill
I'm just keepin it real
When she, lookin at me
My lil mans get happy
Shiid, I'll be ya pappy
Cuz I want her badly
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
Damn momma look real good
Hair done, nails done
Classy not hood
She drives a G-waggon
She looking like a stallion
Miss Barbra can I help
U tame that thang back thur, that waggon?
It's clappin
Tell me girl whats happening
If U a meal then I'm smacking
I'm tryna take care all yo bills
Cuz a woman like U deserve good gifts
So can we get it crackin?
I'm a young boy but I'm packin
I'll take care of all yo kids
Just to feel them grown full lips
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
Can I get a lil taste?
See u up in that lace?
Miss independent I'm so dependent
U dont need to raise me
I'm grown and nasty
I'm tryna grip yo waste
Before I eat it, I say grace
We can lay up
Til tha sun up
She said 'boy get out my face'
Wait Hol'up
Boy I can be yo momma
So miss me wit dat drama
I need a real man with real bands
Not just a little few dollas
U tried it that was hella cute
Now gone now lil boo
I got nothing for ya
But I still adore ya
But I'm way too much for u
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Peep this out
Yo' momma checkin me out
He like, nigga chill
I'm just keepin it real
When she, lookin at me
My lil mans get happy
Shiid, I'll be ya pappy
Cuz I want her badly
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
Damn momma look real good
Hair done, nails done
Classy not hood
She drives a G-waggon
She looking like a stallion
Miss Barbra can I help
U tame that thang back thur, that waggon?
It's clappin
Tell me girl whats happening
If U a meal then I'm smacking
I'm tryna take care all yo bills
Cuz a woman like U deserve good gifts
So can we get it crackin?
I'm a young boy but I'm packin
I'll take care of all yo kids
Just to feel them grown full lips
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
Can I get a lil taste?
See u up in that lace?
Miss independent I'm so dependent
U dont need to raise me
I'm grown and nasty
I'm tryna grip yo waste
Before I eat it, I say grace
We can lay up
Til tha sun up
She said 'boy get out my face'
Wait Hol'up
Boy I can be yo momma
So miss me wit dat drama
I need a real man with real bands
Not just a little few dollas
U tried it that was hella cute
Now gone now lil boo
I got nothing for ya
But I still adore ya
But I'm way too much for u
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, let me holla
Tell me what u need?
U can have all my dollas
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Let me holla, tryna holla
She lookin real good
Damn baby can I call ya?
I want yo motherf*ckin momma
Writer: Brochard Seals
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid