Mufasa Gene - SugaMoma (feat. T.K. Jaco)

Oh Shy
Yeah
You remember back in the day, in 2020
Oh, boy, I remember them days we was stuck up in the house and
We was still getting at them young things
Alright, let's rap
I like 'em like Ben Franklin
I like 'em like Ben Franklin
I like 'em like Ben Franklin
Don't knock it till you try it
I like 'em like Ben Franklin
'Cause she's got a lot of time in
I want a grown ass woman who can make some ham hocks
I'm not talking 'bout your mama, but about your grandma (Abeula)
She better tell me not to slouch when she see me stand up
When I take my shirt off, she say "Baby hands up!" (Hands up)
'Cause I'm a sugar baby
And it's a little crazy
But I'm arm candy for ladies who can't have no babies
You bet' not tell your mama
'Cause I'm not 'bout that drama
I'll make your grandmama happy while I fuck up some commas
But that woman is fine
I know it don't make sense, but your grandma's a dime (Yes!)
She get better the older she gets, like fine wine, aged with time (Yes!)
With sweet and savory scents of lemon and lime (Oh my god!)
Like I said, if it's older then it's better
Fuck text messages, I'm writing her a letter
I know she won't say it, but she wanna be with me
Let your pride and ego go, set your grandmama free
I like 'em like Ben Franklin
Don't knock it till you try it
I like 'em like Ben Franklin
'Cause she's got a lot of time in
I like 'em like Ben Franklin
Don't knock it till you try it
I like 'em like Ben Franklin
'Cause she's got a lot of time in
Baby I'm not a voyeur, so we're far from the crowds
I need a lady who gon' wake me up with barnyard sounds
And now we running a farm with our pooch from the pound
You know it's best to work in fields that are often plowed (Aye)
Senior citizen, with a hint of cocaine residue
I want the woman standing in the family photo next to you (Say cheese)
I never seen hair finer than her strands of two
Haven't you? I'm bored of these games, can you get the clue (Colonel mustard!)
I see your mama's mama like she a Franklin in the street (Hunnids!)
She buss it down slowly, we got Wagner on repeat (Richard!)
Take her to the doctor, to check out her weak knees
'Cause I'm not sure she's supposed to be doing dance moves like that
Like I said if it's older then it's better
Fuck text messages, I'm writing her a letter
It's the '49 rush, I'm feeling cholera ill
I'm a gold digging shooter, sliding right into her will
I like 'em like Ben Franklin
Don't knock it till you try it
I like 'em like Ben Franklin
'Cause she's got a lot of time in
I like 'em like Ben Franklin
Don't knock it till you try it
I like 'em like Ben Franklin
'Cause she's got a lot of time in
Oh Shy, those were the days
Yeah man
If you had to say, what do ya miss most about them?
Well uh
I'd probably gon' head and say that um
I'd go on over there and

Written by:
Niccolo Wicklin, Shyhiem Parker

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