f*ckin Witcha Mama lyrics

Your daddy mad at me cuz I'm f*ckin witcha mama
I'm f*ckin witcha mama
Girl I'm f*ckin witcha mama
Said your daddy mad at me cuz I'm f*ckin witcha mama
I'm f*cking witcha mama
Girl I'm f*ckin witcha mama

Puffing Mary J with my main dame from Brooklyn
She 18 and lookin like Tyra Banks's cousin
Bang bang boogie de bang bang we bustin like 8 sprays of bullets from AKs ya pus*y
Can't change been hustling since 8th grade
The blood in my veins ain't fake, gotta be real so
Everything that I smoke's dro, no
Can't f*ck with that plain Jane
I let my nuts hang hang like Ku Klux came
Smoking that buddy buddy, smelling real yucky
Y'all [?] be busted, my [?] be busting out they bra cuz they busty
No you cannot touch me
Cuz every time I'm facing an opponent man I crush em
You don't know me homie I stay blowed like a helicopter
What they doin? Smoking baggage
What I'm doin? Smoking cabbage
Everybody know what B-O-bizzle's about
So if you ain't f*ckin with him please don't open your mouth