Milf Maid

Walkin down the street actin like weirdo
Yeah you are a weirdo, shouting at kids
Those are my friends
Those are children
NO THEY'RE NOT (Not not)
You're cussing at them
That is mean
You are weird
Yes you're a weird motherfucker
And you better not be a snitch cause I'll tell fucking Carl-Oh I'm a snitch

Bills paid met her drive a Benz got no top on it
Self made, took her to the crib get some top on it
3 ex-husbands but she'd love I put a rock on it
Mama got a problem way she work it I want all of it
And she aint got work today
So we gettin busy had your mama at the laundry mat
Fucked me like she loved me then she fucked me and she gimme cash
You mama blow hella stacks, matter fact I'm gettin racks
Cook me dinner and breakfast bet she make me feel excellent
Way she wet called it a weapon wettin my whistle a bit
And a whip baby because I know you got the cash to spend
And when your marriage end I hope you takin more than half of it

I want me a mom with some knockers
To knock up and call me whenever she want it
I don't care she got kids or goblins
We drop em of solid we'll be back tommorrow
Find a freak bitch with no baggage I bag it arrest it I test it I'm devlish
I might hit a lick for the bag and a milf for them racks just to ask for the Tesla

I want some milk
Straight from the milf
Is your mom home
Cause I wanna chill
I want some milk
Straight from the milf
Is your mom home
Cause I'm trynna bone

Hey lil mama lemme talk to you
Lemme tell you things that I'm trynna do
Got you in the sauna while the kids at school
They got a new daddy and they askin who
She cookin and topless your mama she got next
Like bathbombs and bondage, her son's off to collage
This shit could get toxic like silence and new friends, a sign that say caution
She pick up her kids in like 10
She gon have to call me daddy dressin like a father figure
Cause your mom a baddie and I'm grillin on a Traeger
Mr. Milkman, fill up my milk cans
Her breasts must be burst cause I'm filling like 2 cans
1 in each hole so she feelin like 2 mans (Ay)
Stole your bish but that aint my position (Ay)
Trust me when I say I'm on a mission (Ay)
Trynna get me laid (But forreal?)

I want me a mom with some knockers
To knock up and call me whenever she want it
I dont care she got kids or goblins
We drop em of solid we'll be back tommorrow
Find a freak bitch with no baggage I bag it arrest it I test it I'm devlish
I might hit a lick for the bag and a milf for them racks just to ask for the Tesla

I want some milk
Straight from the milf
Is your mom home
Cause I wanna chill
I want some milk
Straight from the milf
Is your mom home
Cause I'm trynna
Oh great
It's live- I showed my mom a lot of our music and she loves it
Shes like
Yo this is kinda smackin bro



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Archuleta
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