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Song

Baggin’ on Moms

King Tee

Act A Fool, 1988, English

Lyrics

Pick up to six lines to make a card.

And now, welcome into the Bag Off Seminar
Now wait, I’ma start off, nigga, on you
Now, yo mama got so much hair under her arm
It look like she got Buckwheat in a headlock
Fuck you, nigga
Nigga, yo mama hair so long
It come down to her back when she look at the sun
Yo mama’s so old, her birthday expired
Nigga, your mother’s so old, she got a smoke detector on her wig
Nigga, your mama ass so big
When she sit on the toilet, she leave a ring around that muh…
No wait, your mother’s so muthafuckin’ big, nigga
She tripped over Saturn and bumped her head in a different galaxy and shit
Yo mama’s so old, if she walk, her booty clap
And again, your mother’s so old, she dream in re-runs
Yo mom’s so poor, she tried to rob a bum
Ah nigga, yo mama’s so ugly
When she move, her ears move around with her ass
Nigga, yo mama’s so ugly, her shadow won’t follow her muthafuckin’ ass
Ain’t that about a bitch
Nigga, your mother’s so tall, she hit her head on Slauson and fall on Florence
That’s why your mama war Lysol for perfume
Nigga, your mother’s so ugly, when she smile her face hurt
Her breath smell like spoiled milk
Bitch look like she been chewing on rocks
Your mama’s so big, she’s livin’ large
Nigga, yo mama ain’t got no back—she always frontin’
Nigga, your mother’s so fat, she’d roll over a dollar and make four quarters
Nigga, I’ll cut your mother’s arms off so she couldn’t kick it—I mean…
Whoops, I said it wrong
We outta here
Your mama hair so short she gotta roll it with needles