Search results for 'on fire by lil mama' Page #9

Gang
That lil nigga
Claim he a top opp
Just like a bug
Im tryna let them shots fly
Im on that car
When it ride by
Hop in that car
And go slide cha-cha

waters, blood be wit piranhas
And we don't do the drive by's, we on feet wit the llama
Pick him off, drop the yicki off and meet at my mama's
They say

Oh, oh, oh
We be out here moving through the fire
Is you gon ride, is you staying by my side bae
Tell the truth cuz you ain’t gotta lie, is you

multyiplying (Lil mama)
Multiplying (Lil mama), Multiplying
I was never good at Math now my talent multiplying(lil mama)
Multiplying (Lil mama) Multiplying
I was

She make it look good yeah
While she counting up the bag Yeah
Flooded out my whole wrist Yeah
Add It up I'm the man Yeah

Lil mama I'm On 
Do

the vibes 
For this life
I got the vibes hm yeah 

On the  highway to reach ya feelings 
Lil mama got ya feelings 
You know I got ya feelings 

Feeling

Yeah lil mama calling me, calling me, calling me 
Say that she want all of me, all of me, all of me
Want my time but sorry lil baby i can’t offer

If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem
Tell um Lil' Mama!
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
Uh uh, no way, you

as she dey shaking body
Like say she get fire for body
See as she dey shaking body
Like say she get fire for body
Shake it shake it shake it o mama
Shake

[Intro: Quavo]
Huh, turn the headphones up
I mean just a- yeah, yeah, you good
Let me turn these lights off
Let me fire up this cookie real quick
You

Huh, turn the headphones up
I mean just a- yeah, yeah, you good
Let me turn these lights off
Let me fire up this cookie real quick
You know how we

sad her baby boy
A fucking drug dealer
Lil bruh been outside
He ain't got no plug nigga
Mama sad her baby boy
A fucking drug dealer
Streets ain't got no

Youngsta
J beats
I told her like

Lil mama in the VIP
I still wonder why she wanna be by me I said
Lil mama in the VIP
I still wonder why she wanna

to slide by
I'm in a big Royce she on a 5'9''
Lil' mama fine-fine, I'm trying to wine, dine
She got a nigga
But she fuck me on the side time, aye

I

I put a 50 on ya head bitch it's a Homicide
Swear you fuck niggas be flagging Out here Telling lies
Put that iron on that lil nigga now he Terrified

me whenever I come around 





Baby girl gon bust it down on me 

Imma hit it til her tank on E

Lil mama got expensive taste aawww yea

Ain’t a thing

Girlfriend

Bow Wow

Face Off [CD/DVD]

2007

tip her man (I tip her man)
And man she hood wit it
So fine (uh huh)
Lil mama
So fly (yeah)
Do anything for the be-o-dub
And that's why she stay

Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto

Snoop Dogg

Christmas on Death Row

1996

all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church house where we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts roastin' on an open fire
Singin' my jingle, where is Kris

we just fuck and have fun
But Shell call up my phone by the time the sunrise
We gone party it up on the weekend
Lil baby come on get yo freak in
I

Lil mama
All of that ass that you came with Lil mama
thinking bout you with your name switching on ya
If you got someone at home who ain't doing you

spine, slap on that ass, mm-hmm
She know that pussy is mine, let's go
Lil' mama know that she fine, lil' mama ate like the wine, mm-hmm

Fixed car, never

(workin'?)
They told him to stop but he's not (can't?)
I'm still sellin' dope out the spot

Ralo gon' deal it
Mama gon' have a lil baby
Shawty say she

Baby mama wanna murk me

Fuck my feelings, tell her, perc  me
Perc perc
Lil' bitch, lil' bitch, don't you trip, don't answer my phone
Lil' bitch, lil

find out by the end of the night huh?
Rolling through my city
I can see myself with you
I can tell lil mama that she pretty that she cute
Is you native