MOMMA TALK (Explicit)

Song: MOMMA TALK

Artist: Tyler, The Creator

Composed: Tyler, The Creator

His daddy fine, I'm fine, what you thought?

Shit, his daddy fine

Nah, his daddy, his momma fine, b***h

What you mean? He got his looks from me

You better tell this ho, this my n***a, though

My ride or die, I’d kill a motherf**ker over this one right here, n***a

I'd stand in front of a bullet, on God, over this one

My son used to record me beatin' b***hes’ ass, facts

I didn't give a f**k

I, I bossed up on teachers, principals, mamas, kids

I didn't give a fu-am I lying?

You have no reason to

No

If you f**k with my kids, I'll beat up kids over my kid, okay?

This little boy used to run, he was scared

I said, "Go get your b***h-ass mama"

I would beat your whole family and didn't give a f**k

They be like, "Tyler, Tyler mama crazy, Tyler mama crazy"

Yup, don't f**k with my kids

Tyler would be like "Get 'em, mom"

But she like "No, don't do it"

Tyler would be like "Get ’em, mom, get ’em"

"No, mom, don't do it"

I’d be like "Shut yo ass up"

She cryin' "Noo—"