MAMA

Lyrics

Uh
 Murda on the beat so it's not nice!
 Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
 Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
 Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it
 Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody
 Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat
 She got that wet wet, got me blowing through this whole bag (bag)
 She got B's, spend some cheese, now they double D's
 Thought I had to free, kick her out, my mama coming home at three
 Ho thicker-thicker-thicker than a fuckin' Snicker
 Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
 In the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr)
 I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers
 Man, oh my God
 She Instagram famous but she can't keep a job (Ooh)
 Man, oh my God
 Swipe her 30-inch weave on her sugar daddy card (Ooh)
 Man, oh my God
 Her doctor got her busting out her motherfuckin' bra (Mmm)
 Man, oh my God
 She Uber to a nigga with no car
 Talking about the relish, I do not embellish
 Jacket got wings, True's got propellers
 Gave all my old Margielas to my boy Marcellas
 Pulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealous
 Oh, Jesus Christ, I don't need advice
 Wild nigga life, tell 'em read my rights
 Man it hot tonight, look out with my ice
 15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (man)
 Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll
 Then I hit 6iine, tell him give me the ball
 Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
 Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)
 I was out in Spain rockin' a Medusa head
 I ain't never have to give a rap producer head
 If I do though, I'ma write a book like Supahead
 This ain't wonder that I'm making, this that super bread
 Splish, splash, fuck him in a hurry, quick, fast
 Still a pink wig, thick ass, whiplash
 Got him cummin', cummin', Roger, over, dispatch
 Said my box is the best, he met his match
 I got all these bitches wantin' to be Barbie dolls
 Barbie dreamhouse, pink and purple marble walls
 Pull-Pull up in that Barbie 'Rari, finna bury y'all
 She threw dirt on my name, ended up at her own burial
 Kanye dressed me up like a doll
 Then I hit 6iine, tell him give me the ball
 Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
 Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls
 Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll
 Then I hit 6iine, tell him give me the ball
 Bitch, this the dream team, Fif' is on call
 Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)
 Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
 Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
 Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it
 Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody
 

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Duration
03:12
Key
1
Tempo
160 BPM

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