Team Beters - Your Dad Lyrics

There's like a two-in-three chance that I'm friends with your dad (Nice shot)
We play golf on the weekends, I'm the son he never had
He invited me to hang out on his birthday (Nice shot)
When there's a game on he comes over to my place, my place

Your dad
He say he like me better than you (Yeah he do, yeah he do)
And when, he tells the fam
Then for dinner I be coming through (Coming through, yeah I do)
Just maybe you are not the kid he's wanting
When he isn't home just know we're bonding
Me and your dad

We got matching T-shirts when we were up north this summer (Nice shot)
We hit the grill and he tells me that you're a bummer
When we're flipping burgers he explains to me his problem with you (Nice shot)
He thinks you're lame and he wishes your name was Drew, name was Drew

Your dad
He say he like me better than you (Yeah he do, yeah he do)
And when, he tells the fam
Then for dinner I be coming through (Coming through, yeah I do)
Just maybe you are not the kid he's wanting
When he isn't home just know we're bonding
Me and your dad

Walking the pad, dick in my hand
Looking for someone that isn't your dad
But as I am walking around this phat crib
I see a fine bitch and I get me my bib
I'm watching this hoe strut 'round the whole house
She ain't wearing nothing but merely a blouse
Just as I come and I'm on the approach
She see me, she startled, she thinks it's a ghost

Yeah I'm a ghost, but only just floating
His mom on my cock and deep throating
Round five, she better be joking
Hit it then quit it, I'm out by the morning
Suddenly realized the lights have been out
Who is this hoe with my cock in her mouth?
I ask who she is, she sound like a swan
Oh god damn it's Mark's mom!