Lil Mama
LDE Whyte
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Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit She got her own money Better come correct If you a f*ck nigga she’ll flex on ya Ain’t to many bitches fucking with her aye Ain't to many bitches fucking with her aye Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit She got her own money Better come correct If you a f*ck nigga she’ll flex on ya Ain’t to many bitches fucking with her aye Ain't to many bitches fucking with her aye Bossed up, badder than the rest of em Always gone flex em, go get them checks on em Keep her iced like a pendant, we be bout our business, we in it to win it, it just the beginning Keep me some racks in my pocket, I do it and pop it, got em hot like a taki Stack it real high, pack fall from the sky She smelling real good, like apple pie Money in the air, she bounce it real fast Bust me a juug, bust open the bag Flow sick, kick this shit acapella Brain fye, ain’t nothing i can tell her Savage like webbie, came up independent Ken nugent one call, the plug gone send it Smoking exotic, this gas Lamborghini So high you can’t see me, i fly with the genie Racks like skittles i keep me some colors Pack different flavors, want this or the other? Always been solid, put that on my mother Pockets real fat, they filled with the blubber Watching these boys, they look undercover Ain’t trusting these hoes, i’m trusting my bruddas Stick to the code, we stick with each other Get in yo mode, make it bounce like rubber Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit She got her own money Better come correct If you a f*ck nigga she’ll flex on ya Ain’t to many bitches fucking with her aye Ain't to many bitches fucking with her aye Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit She got her own money Better come correct If you a f*ck nigga she’ll flex on ya Ain’t to many bitches fucking with her aye Ain't to many bitches fucking with her aye Baby girl badder then a mother fucker Yeah that ass fatter then a mother fucker She don’t wear nothing but designer Ain’t to many niggas hitting that Gotta to be a real one She ain’t hearing that Gotta be sharp and have a line up Get yo shit together Have it lined up Gotta be a boss just to f*ck with her Put you on hold I’d get in touch with Beat yo back in on the first day Baby get naked it’s yo birthday Break a bitch heart in the worst way Speed up it don’t stop make it rotate We can role play gone head roll the tape Put them heels on Ima, ima rock a cape Trying to come through baby Trying to save the day You know baby, i'm just saying baby, you know shit you know, f*ck with a real one You know, shit y'all be out here doing all that y'all you know shit, talking bout some, what can I do for you, bitch shit...huh...what you think Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit She got her own money Better come correct If you a f*ck nigga she’ll flex on ya Ain’t to many bitches fucking with her aye Ain't to many bitches fucking with her aye
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