Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom
Doin' doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom
You know we straight, we're doin' your mom
[x3]
I'm doin' your mom, yes yours,
First saw her in the Walmart picking our your drawers
Big Dolly Parton hair like an 80's prom queen,
But her a** was looking good all up in them mom jeans
I approached her in the checkout line and said,
"Yo baby wassup?"
She had two gallons of milk and I was staring at her jugs
Five minutes later she agreed to get with me,
So we went and rocked the minivan like giggity giggity giggity
I was riding your mom like she was Mario Kart
I gave her a lift back to her crib 'cause her car wouldn't start
She invited me in the house and we started making out again,
How many times I tap that a**? Over 9,000!
Yeah. She called me Pledge 'cause I knocked the dust off it,
Later make me a sandwich and she cut the crust off it
'Cause she knows how I like, and that I'm a little young
To be in the bed, b***-naked doin' your mom
CHORUS
[x2]
I like your mama's big b*** and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny that she's fly
We make s**y time, yes, and every night I tap that
She saw me b***-naked, now she thinks I'm half black
But you mom's the best, the super M.I.L.F,
'Cause she loves to toss the salad even though she ain't a chef
And I blame it on the al-al-al-chohol, but if I were you,
I wouldn't kiss your mom on the mouth at all
She likes the Donkey punch, she likes the Dirty Sanchez
Sometimes she even likes to fool around in your bed
She likes rough s** with handcuffs and I'll be honest,
She likes me to Chris Brown when she acts like Rihanna
She's so therapeutic, when I need to cure my restlessness,
I br-br-br-motorboat your mom's breasteses
I didn't wanna tell but I had to write this song,
'Cause I'm in your house every night doin' your mom
CHORUS
[x2]
I'm having s** with your mother,
And that makes me better-better-better than you
[x2]
CHORUS
[x2]
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom
Doin' doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom
You know we straight, we're doin' your mom
[x3]
I'm doin' your mom, yes yours,
First saw her in the Walmart picking our your drawers
Big Dolly Parton hair like an 80's prom queen,
But her a** was looking good all up in them mom jeans
I approached her in the checkout line and said,
"Yo baby wassup?"
She had two gallons of milk and I was staring at her jugs
Five minutes later she agreed to get with me,
So we went and rocked the minivan like giggity giggity giggity
I was riding your mom like she was Mario Kart
I gave her a lift back to her crib 'cause her car wouldn't start
She invited me in the house and we started making out again,
How many times I tap that a**? Over 9,000!
Yeah. She called me Pledge 'cause I knocked the dust off it,
Later make me a sandwich and she cut the crust off it
'Cause she knows how I like, and that I'm a little young
To be in the bed, b***-naked doin' your mom
CHORUS
[x2]
I like your mama's big b*** and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny that she's fly
We make s**y time, yes, and every night I tap that
She saw me b***-naked, now she thinks I'm half black
But you mom's the best, the super M.I.L.F,
'Cause she loves to toss the salad even though she ain't a chef
And I blame it on the al-al-al-chohol, but if I were you,
I wouldn't kiss your mom on the mouth at all
She likes the Donkey punch, she likes the Dirty Sanchez
Sometimes she even likes to fool around in your bed
She likes rough s** with handcuffs and I'll be honest,
She likes me to Chris Brown when she acts like Rihanna
She's so therapeutic, when I need to cure my restlessness,
I br-br-br-motorboat your mom's breasteses
I didn't wanna tell but I had to write this song,
'Cause I'm in your house every night doin' your mom
CHORUS
[x2]
I'm having s** with your mother,
And that makes me better-better-better than you
[x2]
CHORUS
[x2]