LIMBO

Produced by Stoomie for Your Mom's House Podcast. 

http://www.yourmomshousepodcast.com

Crazie Locs - Pushin' (Produced by Stoomie)[PARODY]

2 Young Gentleman (Fill Her Up)

Made this for Your Mom's House Podcast. Just glassin'. Jeans up, mommies!

FARTIN N GLASSIN

I thought some tight ass jeans would dig this track and they could play it when they announce their tour dates or at the end of a podcast.

Just Glassin' HOT MIX!

from Ep. 389 of Your Mom's House
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OsZ7cRAHiJM

Macka B Cucumber By Ramsay McQueen (Your Mom's House Podcast)

Just a little something I made for all the mommies out there doing their thang and stuff like that.

Kiss It

Glassin Hard for Moose Soup - Ben Solo 2016

LIMBO

Lyrics:
Men are trash
Men ain’t shit
But they damn sure smell like it (whooo)
Always lying bout who they with 
who they fucked
Or who they kissed
Maaaaaan 
men ain’t shit 
Consider them constipated 
All men do is talk they shit
Pick up chicks sending pics of their dick
Men’ll only ever steer ya wrong
Look what happened with ameer vann 
Let’s talk about this now
Since everyone forgot about Chris brown 
Men only ever want one thing
Not a sweet kind bitch
Or a five year fling
All they want is fat booty and a drink 
Put some pussy in they face
Let me tell you what I think bitch 

Men are trash 
Men ain't shit 

I said 

Man I never met a bitch I ain’t like 
Never known a woman to lie or to start a fight
Ooohf, they all so pretty 
Never known a bitch that was shitty 
Or not at all wit it
Every single female quick witted 
A bitch that isn’t real sick forget it
I ain’t lying man I never been hurt
By a bitch talking shit putting my name in the dirt
Cant tell why you’re so heated 
Aint no such thing as a chick who cheated 
Ooof, y’all I’m telling the truth 
All y’all man’s is aloof 
Uh
Bitch I always say 
If you love a man, you gonna leave betrayed 
He’s no easy weight, It don’t need debate, 
Well unless he’s gay, then they’re A OK

SARCASM

Men Ain't Shit

LIMBO - A LUSCIOUS, LUXURIOUS 7-TRACK SONIC JOURNEY INTO MY THICK SKULL

Lyrics:

can’t stand to look back now
It’s So difficult 
I don’t miss the cult 

I can’t stand to look back now 
You’re so different now
It’s different now 





now I don’t even try when you come around 
I don’t even try when you come around 
I don’t even try when you come around 
I just wanna die when you run around 

I don’t even try when you come around 
I just wanna die when you run around
I don’t even try when you come around 
I just wanna die when you run around




Baby I don’t need no handouts
Is your man out?
Time to fan out
I guess if you got no plans now 
We could get down, get down 
No, put your hands down 
Put your hands down

I ain’t wanna do you like thaaaaat
I didn’t mean to do you like thaaaaaaat

now I don't even try when you run around

on and on and on and on and on and on 
NEVER ENDING BACK PAIN

Looking Back Pain

LIMBO - A LUSCIOUS, LUXURIOUS 7-TRACK SONIC JOURNEY INTO MY THICK SKULL

Lyrics:
God damn not this again
How'd I get myself in this twisted end 
I must have missed every crimson banner 
All for a blonde bitch with some self tanner 

She got her ass in the shade 
Said she’d be with me every day 
But after I killed the pussy yo she passed it away 
Darling I don’t even mind your polygamist ways 
But you’ve been licking his dick and then going kissing my face 

You need some mouth wash 
How bout a breath mint
I’ve spent weeks trying to figure what your texts meant 

You said you needed space 
I went and got you the moon 
Meanwhile so and so’s fucking you in your room 

And if I wanna get buck, gotta wait a week 
(Please take a number hun, fuckin take seat) 
Well I ain’t taking heat
And You can take his meat
All the way home from market little piggy, know you like to eat

Fuck you 

(Bitch)

(I'm still bitter)

She thinks I’m complicated 
Im just frustrated 
Why I gotta be the one to say 
It’s over it’s over

Harped on my heart strings, you played it
Like a pro and I fuckin hate it
Why’d you make it so hard to say
It’s over it’s over 

And no matter how hard I try 
Can’t seem to get you off my mind
too weak, too tired to fight 
It’s over it’s over 

Yet no matter how hard I try 
Can’t forget about the other guy 
Baby girl you’re not worth the fight
It’s over it’s over 

Babygirl you're not worth the fight
It's over

Ok, I didn’t mean to call you that
It was a little uncalled for sorry that I suck so bad 
You know you really aren't at all that fat 
I never said so specifically either 
So you can take it or leave it

A half assed sorry, at least I ain’t repeat it,
Like you did
2 times cheated 
And with my best friend of all people 
You’d think that after all that time spent under the steeple you couldn’t be so evil 

When Logan told me bout it almost didn’t believe it
Then I thought about it more, fuck it I don’t need ya
Only took another year to leave ya
Y’all  This the reason i got into reefers

Huh
To each his own,    bitch i don’t mean to moan
And I know it’s lame to change who the blame is on

I just can’t seem to leave it alone (fuck)
Maybe that’s why I’m eating alone 

She thinks I'm complicated
(UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE CENTURY)

It's Complicated

LIMBO - A LUSCIOUS, LUXURIOUS 7-TRACK SONIC JOURNEY INTO MY THICK SKULL

Lyrics:
That's what you think? 
That’s what I thought (bitch)
I Don’t give a fuck, smoke a blunt with the wax got the raps in the bag
Cash in the box 
Cats out the bag, bitch I’ll punch out ya lights 
Dont fuss dont fight 
Bitch don’t bite
I don’t think you’ve though this through right
Plus tonight I might get down right
Plus tonight I might Get down right


When I run up with a busty bitch they like whoa
I ain’t really seen y’all round here befoe 
I’m a hustler when it come to proofin up dough 
Plus I must be puffin endo 
Like 24/7, I tell a bitch no
If she want the money she goin’ have to give the throat
If she really urgent, choke that hoe
Hold her by the neck and i won’t let go 

Unless she extra mean
Them legs goin’ obey, open sesame 
Listen Ye, got a dick like Christ imma cure your leprosy 

But I’m no dumb gent
I don’t fuck with bitches that don’t give consent 
I don’t give a fuck if you don’t repent
Imma Hit my second coming 
And I ain’t done yet

That's what you think?



Hello baby my name be Zachary 
I’d like to treat you to an extra tasty daiquiri 
(Daiquiri)

I don’t want no drama 
That shit wack to me
(Wack to me)

Let’s go on a trip
Go backpack in Greece 

(Whoa)
I know I’m not one to fall in love with 
I can be abrasive like a husband 
Stuck up in his third failed marriage 
Ready to throw it all in the dust bin 

I know I sound like a Dom (since i was biting his flow ^)
But I’d go sub if you want
Anything for them legs
I just don’t wanna get pegged

Baby girl do you know what’s odd? 
I get off giving you massage-s
Soothing like a lozenge
Got you think you’re praying to the right god

Uh

I ain’t no tight wad
‘specially since you’re tighter than a tight rope 
I don’t even mind if you don’t like dope
I would quit smoking quicker than my wad 

Shoots, but that’s okay
Round three’s much better anyway 
Get that pussy much wetter than a bay
love you forever like girls love gays

.Hope I’m not too forward missus 
I would smother your forehead with kisses
I’d you’d let me we would cuddle for hours 
I would never let you touch any dishes

Cravings

LIMBO - A LUSCIOUS, LUXURIOUS 7-TRACK SONIC JOURNEY INTO MY THICK SKULL

Lyrics:
I don’t got a good reason why you should love me
I don’t got a good reason why you should love me
I don’t got a good reason why you should love me
Why you should love me
Why would you love me



Came across a sick chick last week 
Fell in love too quick, what a bad thing 
Always sang my name when she’d pass me
Style real clean, though she nasty 

Problem is she’d never would fuck with me 
No, fuck with me, no
/Why do i always hit out of my league 
Pop fly, foul ball, now I feel the fatigue 

I ain’t touch no bases 
So I gotta run laps, till I collapse, and fall on my face
takes patience 
To erase this 
Self doubt, got me bottoming out 

No doubt got a problem with clout 
No I’m never about to be 
Nothing 
Bitch, I’m nothing 
End of fuckin discussion 


Feelin like im all outta options 
Tinnitus buzzin blockin out my conscience 
constantly watching /lots of nonsense 
I waste my days in a toxic office

Proceed with caution, you know
I don’t wanna fuck one off and just go 

I just want a love to blossom and grow
But I know I’m slowly losing control 
Losing control 

Obsessively 

searching for a bird i can flirt with
don't nest with me
if you're gonna fly when the tide too high, love
sail with me
sail with me now

I don't got a good reason why you should love me

Is it cause I’m weird as shit
Plus I can’t grow a beard for shit 
But I got that booty you can barely grip 
I talk up my ass, cause I’m p(ass)ionate 

(Girl) I just wanna take you on a date
Where we don’t do shit, come home 
Get alone, 
Alexa put Game of thrones on 
No pressure, I don’t mean to force none 

Oh unless ya tell me how you like that 
Bitch, I’ll impress ya, 
But I wouldn’t wanna mess up 
Everything we got love
Everything we got love
Everything we got love


I know that you said, we should take it slow
Take it slow

I DON'T WANNA

Men Ain't Shit

Yahweh

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