Tyler The Creator

Letra de Momma Talk

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 motherfucker 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' bitches’ ass, facts
I didn't give a fuck
I, I bossed up on teachers, principals, mamas, kids
I didn't give a fu-am I lying?
You have no reason to
No

If you fuck with my kids, I'll beat up kids over my kid, okay?
This little boy used to run, he was scared
I said, go get your bitch-ass mama
I would beat your whole family and didn't give a fuck
They be like, Tyler, Tyler mama crazy, Tyler mama crazy
Yup, don't fuck with my kids
Tyler would be like get 'em, mom
But she 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' noo—