mo fa me lyrics – devin

verse 1:
hey motherf*cker it’s me again yep
the one who f*cked your sister but quiet is kept
because she burnin’ but instead of cussin’ out the b*tch
just didn’t tell her then let her suck the p*ss up out my d*ck
gave me some money for gas i hopped out on 59
smokin’ weed (weed)
and feelin’ fine
d*ck suckin’ laws right behind and they look and they stare
but i got on my seat belt so i don’t care
“how the f*ck you doin’ today mr. officer?
if i had the time i wouldn’t mind to offer ya
a fat dime and a black nine in my sh*t
but no warrants and tight insurance so you can just ride the f*ck on b*tch”
people always gettin’ mad at me bein’ like this
drankin’ alcohol keeps me peein’ white p*ss
parents i’m not tellin’ your children to smoke ya see
cause if they just say no it be mo fa me

scratching “mo fa me”

verse 2:
what did you say your name was?
you saw me on the news but the tv be lyin’
they got bounty hunters lookin’ for me i’m wanted for theft
women claim that i came and got they p*ssy and left
i’m not an old fool from the old school like my adidas
cause all day i drink and smoke it’s like i need it
on stage you can boo you can hiss real loud
but i’ll just pull out my d*ck and take a p*ss in the crowd
then i’ll smile take a bow put down my mic and i’ll leave
get the money from the promoter hope it’s enough for some weed
head dead to the back with the vip status
in a room full of pimps tryin’ to find ’em a gladis
gotta pick one of ’em get one of ’em stick one of ’em quick
cause they n*gg*s might be here they n*gg*s might be talkin’ sh*t
they n*gg*s always somewhere they ain’t supposed to be
n*gg*s can’t keep up with they p*ssy then it’s mo fa me


verse 3:
son said “daddy i don’t wanna go to school
cause the teachers a freak she t*ttie dance on the coo
and all my friends smoke reefer
i think it might be cheaper
if i buy a couple of pounds and sell ’em ounces and threefers”
cause any way to come up i got to do it ch’all
i’m havin’ flashbacks i’m about to stash crack in my drawers
but f*ck the laws
they got my brother already they can suck my b*lls
average n*gg* have no luck at all
but have no other choice but to take up the bet
tryin’ the seven or eleven when i come out and pick up a check
gotta get my sh*t fixed
hit a quick liquid
fringe benefit, like gettin’ my d*ck licked
cause this money runnin’ funny gonna break before i’m broke
and i can’t be wakin’ up in the mornin’ nothing to smoke
so i think i’ll smoke half and roll some sweets
well i can’t smoke i’m a sell it
h*ll it’s mo fa me


/ devin lyrics