Tyler The Creator - MOMMA TALK Lyrics

His daddy fine, I'm fine, what you thought?
Shit, his daddy fine
Nah his daddy, his momma fine, bitch
What you mean? He got his looks from me
You better tell this ho, this my nigga though
My ride or die, I'd kill a motherf*cker over this one right here, nigga
I'd stand in front of a bullet, on God, over this one
My son used to record me beatin' biches ass, facts
I didn't give a f*ck
I, I bossed up on teachers, principals, mamas, kids
I didn't give a fu-, am I lying?
Nah, you have no reason to
No, if you f*ck with my kids
I'll beat up a kids over my kid, okay?
This little boy used to run, he was scared
I said, "Go get your bitch-ass mama"
I, I would beat your whole family and didn't give a f*ck
They used to be like "Tyler, Tyler mama crazy, Tyler mama crazy"
Yup, don't f*ck with my kids
Tyler would be like, "Get 'em, mom"
She be 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' "No"