Baggin' On Moms chords and lyrics - KING TEE

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[Verse 1]
An[Em]d now welcome to the
Bag
Off seminar.
Now wait, I'm going to start off on you.
Now your mama got so much hair under her arm,
looks like she got [Em]buckwheat in the headlock.
Fuck you, nigga.
Nigga, your mama hair is so [Em]long,
it come down to her back when she look [Em]at the sun.
Your [Em]mama so old, her birthday expired.
Your mother's so old, she got
a smoke detector on her wig.
Your [Em]mama's ass so big, when she sit on the toilet,
she lit a ring around her.
No way!
Your mother's so motherfuckin' big,
nigga.
She tripped over
Saturn and bumped her head
in a different galaxy and shit.
Your mother's so old,
she barked her booty clap.
And again, your momma so
old, she dreaming reruns.
[Em]Get out of here!
Your momma so poor,
she try to rob a bub.
Oh, nigga, your momma so ugly,
she move her ears blue right along with her ass.
Nigga, your momma so [Em]ugly, her shadow won't
fall on her motherfuckin' ass.
That about a bitch.
Nigga, your momma so [Em]taut,
she hit her head on
Slauson and fall on
Florence.
[Em]That's why your momma wear
lice off her perfume.
Nigga, your momma [Em]so ugly,
when she smile, her face hurt.
Her breasts look like spoiled milk.
Bitch look like she been chewing
on rocks.
Your momma so big, she's living large.
Nigga, your momma ain't got no
back, she always frontin'.
Nigga, your momma so fat, she roll
over a dollar and make four quarters.
Nigga, I cut your momma arms
off so she couldn't kick it.
I mean -
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I said it wrong
Hey, let's go [Em]back to
Your momma hair so short
she got to roll it with needles
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