Letras
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It's Your Mother's Favorite, yuh
I just texted your girl and got ghosted like a Gengar
She was liking all my pics I must've took it too far
I guess that it's not enough to drop bars
Maybe girls would like me more if I could sing good and play guitar
So I guess I'm back in my woes
Doesn't really matter how I'm rapping, attacking these flows
Cause I'm just another white rapper
In her eyes I am just an average joe
Hit the gym, take the shirt off at my shows (aye)
Maybe then she will want me to take her home
Maybe she'll be looking me up on Google Chrome
Let me hit it like a water gun and super soak (oh god!)
I've been acting like your woman is a layup (yuh)
It's too bad that I have never been a playa (yuh)
Your Mother's Favorite, on my best behavior
I won't change up, rappers still talking like
Got your girl in my pocket, I'ma keep her there
Kissing on her, yuh, run my fingers through her hair
Got a couple friends? Tell 'em both pull up a chair
And then get to work. What else are we doing here?
Now drop it, baby
Turn around and drop it, baby
Back it up don't stop it baby
Just get it poppin' baby
Girl I love it
Drop it, baby
Turn around and drop it, baby
Back it up don't stop it baby
Just get it poppin' baby
Girl I love it
I ain't taking no-one's woman away
Never been Mr. steal-your-girl, that is such a disgrace
No she don't wanna go with you back to your place so just
Leave that all inside your verses and 808s
When I put out songs like Johnny Bravo and Good Girl
Uhh, I thought that, it would help me out
But I still have 0 matches on eharmony
So
These rappers say they'll take your woman, but I know you still got her
They say they'll make her disappear, but they not Harry Potter
And that relationship status is solid, don't even bother
She hit me with the voicemail every time that I call her (like oh no!)