CrazyChris152

LYRIC TO (DOIN URMOM SONG):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.

[chorus x2]

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.

[chorus x2]

I’m having sex with your mother,
And that makes me better-better-better than you. x2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LYRIC TO (ALL THE ABOVE):Chorus [T-Pain]:
Tell me what do you see
When you looking at me
(woooahhhh)
On a mission to be
What I’m destined to be
(woooahhhh)
I done been through the pain and the sorrow
The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love)
I’m a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor
And all the above
All the above (x7)

Verse 1 [Maino]:
Listen
Really what do you see
When you looking at me?
See me come up from nothing,
To me living my dreams
I done been to the bottom,
I done suffered a lot,
I deserve to be rich,
Headed straight to the top
Look how I ride for the block,
Look how I rep for the hood,
I get nothing but love now
When I come through the hood
Getting this fortune and fame
Money aint going to shame
The new benz is all white,
Call it John McCain
How the hell could you stop me?
Why in the world would you try?
I go hard forever,
That’s just how I’m designed,
That’s just how I was built
See the look in my eyes?
You take all of this from me,
And I’m still gon’ survive
You get truth from me,
But these rappers gon’ lie
I’m a part of these streets
Till the day that I die
I wave hi to the haters,
Mad that I finally done made it
Take a look and you can tell
That I’m destined for greatness

(Chorus)
Tell me what do you see
When you looking at me
(woooahhhh)
On a mission to be
What I’m destined to be
(woooahhhh)
I done been through the pain and the sorrow
The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love)
I’m a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor
And all the above
All the above (x7)

Verse 2: [Maino]

It’s easy to hate,
It’s harder to love me
Ya’ll don’t understand,
Ya’ll quickly to judge me
Put your foot in my Nikes,
Picture you livin’ my life,
Picture you stuck in a cell,
Picture you wasting your life,
Picture you facing a charge,
Picture you beating the odds,
Picture you willing to bleed,
Picture you wearing the scar
Thank you for making me struggle,
Thank you for making me grind
I perfected my hustle,
Tell me the world ain’t mine
You’ve been seein’ me lately,
I’m a miracle baby
I refuse to lose
This what the ghetto done made me
I put that on my father
Tryna hope for tomorrow
When I think that I can’t,
I envision Obama,
I envision the diamonds,
I envision Ferraris
If the world was perfect,
All my niggas behind me
Ain’t you happy I made it?
That I’m making a statement?
Take a look and you can tell
That I’m destined for greatness

Verse 3 [T-Pain]:
Now if you come to the spot (spot)
All the way from out on the block (block)
I hustle hard cause it’s all the same
And you know that grind don’t stop
Just ’cause I rose to the top
And everybody knows my name
Still grindin (still grindin),
Still hustlin (still hustlin)
No more pain (no more pain),
No more sufferin (no more sufferin)
To my ladies and my shorties and my thugs,
Just start dancing and shine in the love

All the above (x7)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`LYRICS TO (REPLAY):Shawty’s like a melody in my head
That I can’t keep out
Got me singin’ like
Na na na na everyday
It’s like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay (2x)

Remember the first time we met
You was at the mall wit yo friend
I was scared to approach ya
But then you came closer
Hopin’ you would give me a chance

Who would have ever knew
That we would ever be more than friends
We’re real worldwide, breakin all the rules
She like a song played again and again

That girl, like somethin off a poster
That girl, is a dime they say
That girl, is a gun to my holster
She’s runnin through my mind all day, ay

Shawty’s like a melody in my head
That I can’t keep out
Got me singin’ like
Na na na na everyday
It’s like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay (2x)

See you been all around the globe
Not once did you leave my mind
We talk on the phone, from night til the morn
Girl you really change my life
Doin things I never do
I’m in the kitchin cookin things she likes

We’re real worldwide, breakin all the rules
Someday I wanna make you my wife
That girl, like somethin off a poster
That girl, is a dime they say
That girl, is the gun to my holster
She’s runnin through my mind all day, ay

Shawty’s like a melody in my head
That I can’t keep out
Got me singin’ like
Na na na na everyday
It’s like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay (2x)

I can be your melody
Oh girl that could write you a symphony
The one that could fill your fantasies
So come baby girl let’s sing with me
Ay, I can be your melody
Oh girl that could write you a symphony
The one that could fill your fantasies
So come baby girl let’s sing with me

Ay, na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Shawty got me singin
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Now she got me singin

Shawty’s like a melody in my head
That I can’t keep out
Got me singin’ like
Na na na na everyday
It’s like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay (2x)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~my story(it happend when i was 12 i went into my moms room there it was the thing so thats my story bye and these are the song i like CYA ADD ME