[Intro: Blueprint]
Yeah, just go with the flow. Bout to tell a story. Bout this girl I know
My boo. NawhatImsayin'? That's my shorty right there. Know that
[Hook: x2]
She was ill
With looks that fit the bill
Lips like Mary J, eyes like Lauren Hill
Body like Big Lez
Backyard and thick legs
But the only time we got along was in the bed

[Verse One]
Yo, she had an attitude
Of monumental magnitude
Couldn't take her anywhere without the broad actin' rude
Even with your family she had no gratitude
I took her to my mom's crib she started snappin' on the food!
Goes without sayin' that my moms wasn't feelin' it
Wild out, tried to hit shorty with a skillet
I held moms back, told ole girl to leave
But moms already had a hand full of weave
Shorty crouched down so she could bob and weave
Moms dropped the skillet and rolled up her sleeves
Cornered off the kitchen with grace and ease
Hit her with a three piece and brought her to her knees
There wasn't too much that I could say
Cause I already told shorty, "Moms don't play"
I know it's kinda hard to believe
But the worst part is that this popped off on Christmas Eve
And after all the drama me and shorty been through
I can't front yo
She's still my boo
After all the drama me and shorty been through
I can't front yo
She's still my boo