Letras: Fatty Spins. Doin' Your Mom.
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom. x2
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom,
You 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 80s prom queen,
But her ass 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 ass? Over nine thousand!
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, butt-naked doin' your mom.
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom. x2
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom,
You we straight, we're doin' your mom. x3
I like your mama's big butt and I cannot lie.
You other brothers can't deny that she's fly.
We make sexy time, [yes], and every night I tap that.
She saw me butt-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 sex 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 breatlessness.
I didn't wanna tell but I had to write this song,
'Cause I'm in your house every night doin' your mom.
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom. x2
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom,
You we straight, we're doin' your mom. x3
I'm having sex with your mother,
And that makes me better-better-better than you. x2
[instrumental]
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom. x2
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom,
You we straight, we're doin' your mom. x3
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom,
You 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 80s prom queen,
But her ass 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 ass? Over nine thousand!
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, butt-naked doin' your mom.
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom. x2
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom,
You we straight, we're doin' your mom. x3
I like your mama's big butt and I cannot lie.
You other brothers can't deny that she's fly.
We make sexy time, [yes], and every night I tap that.
She saw me butt-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 sex 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 breatlessness.
I didn't wanna tell but I had to write this song,
'Cause I'm in your house every night doin' your mom.
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom. x2
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom,
You we straight, we're doin' your mom. x3
I'm having sex with your mother,
And that makes me better-better-better than you. x2
[instrumental]
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom. x2
Doin' your mom, doin' doin' your mom,
You we straight, we're doin' your mom. x3
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