Paroles Your Mama de Butterfingers

Textes et Paroles de Your Mama

I see you in your office
Sending and receiving checks
But I know the quest for money
Comes from a quest for sex
So I cut to the chase
And forgot about my job
And decided to stay home wit yo mama on my knob

I can see you laughing so I guess you think its funny
But while your getting drunk, I've been getting honey
And by tomorrow night youll be hungover and sick
But I'll be at my home wit you mama on my dick

(Chorus)
Your mama's on the top of my things to do list
Your mama's on the top of my things to do list
Your mama's on the top of my things to do list
Your mama's on the top of my things to do list

Thinking your the man
Well I am bringing news
Our manhoods being measured by the women that we choose
And you can't earn respect if all you ever pick is sluts
So I'll be staying home to let yo mama suck my nuts

(Chorus)

(Rap)
Eat more fruit, Plant more trees
Learn to shoot, travel over seas
Wash the dog, read a book
Find three chinese recipes to cook
Learn to waltz, and speak maltese
Ferment to invent a better feta cheese
The highest they get is number two
Coz number one on my list of things to do
is yo maaaammmmaaaaa,
yo maaaaammmmaaaa
yo maaaammmaaa

She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top

(disco)
In my dream I was a cop and I stopped to arrest her
Never met a whore more hardcore so I frisked her
Steamed up the Beamer and needed the demister
When she licked my colon cleaner than a clyster
Got another blister from playing naked twister
Raw on the floor with ya mama and ya sister
Hadn't even kissed but she still let me fist her
I let her drive home pissed and said
Asta la vista Baby

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