Devin The Dude

Devin The Dude - Mo Fa Me lyrics

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Hey motherfucker it's me again yep
 The one who fucked your sister but quiet is kept
 Because she burnin' but instead of cussin' out the bitch
 Just didn't tell her then let her suck the puss up out my dick
 Gave me some money for gas I hopped out on 59
 Smokin' weed (weed)
 And feelin' fine
 Dick suckin' laws right behind and they look and they stare
 But I got on my seat belt so I don't care
 "How the fuck you doin' today Mr. Officer?
 If I had the time I wouldn't mind to offer ya
 A fat dime and a black nine in my shit
 But no warrants and tight insurance so you can just ride the fuck on bitch"
 People always gettin' mad at me bein' like this
 Drankin' alcohol keeps me peein' white piss
 Parents I'm not tellin' your children to smoke ya see
 Cause if they just say no it be mo fa me

 Hook:
 Scratching "Mo fa me"

 Verse 2:
 What did you say your name was?
 D-E-V-I-N
 You saw me on the news but the TV be lyin'
 They got bounty hunters lookin' for me I'm wanted for theft
 Women claim that I came and got they pussy and left
 I'm not an old fool from the old school like My Adidas
 Cause All Day I Drink And Smoke it's like I need it
 On stage you can boo you can hiss real loud
 But I'll just pull out my dick and take a piss in the crowd
 Then I'll smile take a bow put down my mic and I'll leave
 Get the money from the promoter hope it's enough for some weed
 Head dead to the back with the VIP status
 In a room full of Pimps tryin' to find 'em a Gladis
 Gotta pick one of 'em get one of 'em stick one of 'em quick
 Cause they niggas might be here they niggas might be talkin' shit
 They niggas always somewhere they ain't supposed to be
 Niggas can't keep up with they pussy then it's mo fa me



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 Verse 3:
 Son said "Daddy I don't wanna go to school
 Cause the teachers a freak she tittie dance on the coo
 And all my friends smoke reefer
 I think it might be cheaper
 If I buy a couple of pounds and sell 'em ounces and threefers"
 Cause any way to come up I got to do it ch'all
 I'm havin' flashbacks I'm about to stash crack in my drawers
 But fuck the laws
 They got my brother already they can suck my balls
 Average nigga have no luck at all
 But have no other choice but to take up the bet
 Tryin' the seven or eleven when I come out and pick up a check
 Gotta get my shit fixed
 Hit a quick liquid
 Fringe benefit, like gettin' my dick licked
 Cause this money runnin' funny gonna break before I'm broke
 And I can't be wakin' up in the mornin' nothing to smoke
 So I think I'll smoke half and roll some sweets
 Well I can't smoke I'm a sell it
 Hell it's mo fa me

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Language: English

Appearing on: The Dude (1998)

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