Lyrics for Mo Fa Me by Devin The Dude :
[Verse 1:]
Hey Motherf*cker it’s me again yep
The one who f*cked your sister but quiet is kept
Because she burned me, but instead of cussin’ out the b*tch
Just didn’t tell her then let her suck the puss up out my di*k
Gave me some money for gas I hopped out on 59
Smokin’ weed (weed)
And feelin’ fine
di*k suckin’ laws right behind and they look and they stare
But I got on my seat belt so I don’t care
“How the f*ck 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 sh*t
But no warrants and tight insurance so you can just ride the f*ck on b*tch”
People always gettin’ mad at me bein’ like this
Drankin’ alcohol keeps me peein’ white p*ss
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 pus*y 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 di*k and take a p*ss 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 n*ggas might be here they n*ggas might be talkin’ sh*t
They n*ggas always somewhere they ain’t supposed to be
n*ggas can’t keep up with they pus*y then it’s mo fa me

[Hook]

[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 f*ck the laws
They got my brother already they can suck my balls
Average n*gga 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 sh*t fixed
Hit a quick liquid
Fringe benefit, like gettin’ my di*k 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

[Hook]