Carlin Taylor - Bet Yo Mama Like It

Once had an old lady, a lady with a son that's grown
Still living with his mama, silly boy ain't never left home
Steady poppin' that gangsta talk, and when I wanna come lay in that nest
Better hold my yak for a tick, let me get something off my chest

Bet your mama like it, talkin' bout the shine shine on my shoes
Bet your mama like it, why you talkin' bout the way I move now
Bet your mama like it, shirt open with the taco meat
Bet your mama like it, we gettin' down in between the sheets

Silly kid got something to say about a man wearin' pants that fit
Not hangin' all under my ass, walkin' round lookin' like a lil' jit
Honk swag when I come through, ain't none of this here for you
This here for your mama girl, so let me tell you just what she gon' do

Bet your mama like it, talkin' bout the shine shine on my shoes
Bet your mama like it, why you talkin' bout the way I move now
Bet your mama like it, shirt open with the taco meat
Bet your mama like it, we gettin' down in between the sheets

See now, you talkin' that crazy talk
But uh, I bet your mama ain't talkin' like that
Nah nah nah, so don't get all mad and upset about it
I mean you know, we on some grown man stuff over here baby

You either get right, or get left, come on
I bet your mama like it, talkin' bout the shine shine on my shoes
Bet your mama like it, why you talkin' bout the way I move now
That's your mama like it, shirt open with the taco meat

Bet your mama like it, we gettin' down in between the sheets
Bet your mama like it, talkin' bout the shine shine on my shoes
Bet your mama like it, why you talkin' bout the way I move now
That's your mama like it, shirt open with the taco meat

Bet your mama like it, we gettin' down in between the sheets

Written by:
Carlin Taylor

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