Lyrics Billy Marchiafava – Real Milf Hours 2

Ayy, we back again, baby
This time I’ma need me a strong, independent milf with’ a college degree
Sike bitch, I need me an old, dirty goth queen
The fuck you talkin’ bout?

Pull up I’m whippin’
If shawty come over I swear she gon’ get it (Yuh)
This money get boring, I’m countin’ up digits (Ayy)
Bitch, I am the shit and thick milfs are my mission (Yuh)
No intermission (No)
Ayy (Ayy)
She just want fuck ’cause she knows I’m hot (Yeah)
This shit gon’ get half a milli in ’bout a month (Ayy)
If you act silly you gon’ catch that Falcon Punch
I got these mu’fuckin’ bands, bitch let’s run it up (Skrrt)
This beat got me acting up (Yeah)
Bitch I be flexin’, Billy always cookin’ up (Ayy)
I am a poet, this music is classical (Yuh)
«You ain’t got money,» you know that ain’t factual (Yuh, factual, ayy)
Bitch I be runnin’ up quap
Found me a milf that look just like a thot (Just like a thot)
She got them nails I like (Yeah, ayy)
Plus she ’bout 40 so I’m ’bouta pipe (I’m ’bouta pipe)

Ayy, I’m just looking for a tall, thick milf with fake eyelashes dawg
Is that really too much to ask?
And I’m still shoppin’ with’ yo granny, bitch!

Droppin’ the top in that mu’fuckin’ Lexus (Yuh)
Shawty give top then I pass her a breath mint (What?)
She got that ass so I told her to back that (Back that)
I just found out that I’m worth more than your dad (Your dad)

I need a milf (Ayy)
I need a milf (I need a milf)
That pays her own bills (What?)
She gotta be built (Ayy)
And only wear heels (Ayy)
And thick like oatmeal (What?)
She gotta be tall (Billy!)
Bitch I need it all (Ayy)
Bitch I need it all
Bitch who do I call? (Who do I call?)
Billy gon’ ball
I got the remedy, I got the sauce
I need a milf
I need a milf (I need a milf)
That pays her own bills (What?)
She gotta be built (Yeah)
And only wear heels (Ayy)
And thick like oatmeal (Yeah)
She gotta be tall
Bitch I need it all (Ayy)
Bitch I need it all
Bitch who do I call? (Who do I call?)
Billy gon’ ball
I got the remedy, I got the sauce (Ayy)