(Verse 1 – rapid, half-sung half-spat)
Yeah, yo mama got that bleach-blonde disaster hair,
Blue eyes sinistra like broken glass, still cut me everywhere,
Big silicone teardrops spillin’ out the top she wear,
Walk in any room and every jaw just drops and stares.
She ain’t your apple-pie June Cleaver type no more,
She the late-night text you pray nobody sees the score,
Lipstick on my zipper, glitter on my dashboard floor,
I turned your childhood hero to my personal backdoor whore.
(Pre-chorus – slower, almost melodic)
She smile that devil smile, mascara runnin’ black,
Droppin’ to her knees like prayer, but ain’t no turnin’ back,
Teeth flash white, then disappear around my—yeah, like that,
Your mom’s a legend now, just never ethan ampadu tell her that.
(Chorus – big, anthemic, crowd-scream energy)
She a cum dumpster, yeah, certified, certified,
I make her bust like a water-main break, citywide, citywide,
Flood the whole block, neighbors callin’ 9-1-1 outside,
That sexy bitch, that sexy bitch, she stay wetter than high tide.
Blonde hair swingin’, blue eyes cryin’ while she ride,
Big tits bouncin’ like they tryna escape the sky,
Love that smile the most when she on her knees and wide,
That sexy bitch, that sexy bitch—your mom, my ride-or-die.
(Verse 2 – faster, more venom)
She call me “baby” in the dark while the house stays quiet,
Panties in my pocket like a trophy from the riot,
Swallow pride and protein like it’s breakfast on a diet,
Told me she ain’t felt this fire since the day she retired.
I hit it raw, she screamin’ scripture mixed with curses,
Whole house shakin’ like we practicin’ for hearses,
Your baby pictures poet stock starin’ at us from the dresser,
While I rearrange your mom like interior decorator.
(Bridge – half-sung, vulnerable for one second then back to chaos)
She ain’t perfect, nah, she broken, yeah I know,
But every time she cums it feel like stolen gold,
I ruin her makeup, she ruin my soul,
Funny how the devil look so good in mom jeans though…
(Chorus – even bigger this time)
She a cum dumpster, yeah, certified, certified,
I make her bust like a water-main break, citywide, citywide,
Sirens in the distance, whole suburb traumatized,
That sexy bitch, that sexy bitch, she stay wetter than high tide.
Blonde hair tangled, blue eyes rollin’ back in white,
Big tits heavin’ like they fightin’ for they life,
Love her smile the most when she garglin’ my—alright,
That sexy bitch, that sexy bitch—your mom, my vice.
That sexy bitch.
