Mamma Mia
Azealia Banks
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Niggas if you want to I'ma come through It's Jane of the jungle Guerillas with bananas I'ma shoot you and your whole crew I got feed the demon now You know the prima-prima donna pack the heater got the armor Yung Rapunzel, kill you if you want to If you niggas f*ck with me Then you better duck from me You a duck to me, niggas wanna cuck for me I let it loose these niggas' life ain't worth a buck to me I got the noose, these lil niggas on the run from me Pack the deuce, I'll hit these niggas with a buck fifty I'm Mama Goose, these little bitches little ducks to me They telling stories like I'm not a legend up, millions They wanna suck pussy, bitches wanna suck tiddy What the f*ck you want from me? He can't fluster me, now he got a crush on me I don't stress niggas, niggas don't impress me I seen them checks coming in that tarot deck bitches That crystal ball said ya nigga wanna sex me I'm sipping Clicquot, ball like 23, hoe That pussy moist I toss them panties like a free throw All eyes on me like they peepin' through the peep hole I'm MVP, these little bitches want the cheat code Uh, now I'm bleeding out ya speakers Leave these niggas bleeding on the marble floor like Gina I'ma snatch a nigga right up out his sneakers Send him to Jehovah, yeah he bout to meet the reaper Now ya mama with the deacon picking out ya plot You in the cemetery reeking, uh Now I'm sipping on some peach fizz Hit that MYX Moscato like I'm Nicki on a meeting You niggas soft like some peach fuzz Fuzzy like some pussy hair, squishy like my D cups Bitch come get ya nigga I don't wanna meet him I don't wanna feed him I don't feed niggas, I don't really need him He could f*ck them bitches I don't want him, I don't see him Now that Molly peaking, and that pussy wet I'm 'bout to f*ck him through the weekend It's Ruger season, Sally dropping seashells I'm on the seashore, waiting for some kilos Ask for the money, now these niggas got amnesia I pull the eagle out and hawk 'em like chihuahua Niggas chihuahuas keep ya little dollas I ain't with the rah rah Gangsta Senorita I pull the AK out, I call her "Mamma Mia" Spray these niggas out just like some roaches on the freezer You think you wifey, you a skeezer Fucked ya nigga raw and then I kicked him out like FIFA Them rhymes is gettin' deeper Pretty like Melania, this pussy on a Visa I'm Mulan with the sword, leave a deep cut Niggas owe me cheese I slice his face up like a pizza Soy la niña, hit you with the nina Mira la pinta, oh, Santa Maria I get spooky on the altar, Santeria Turn you to a ghost, I bet I'll make you a believer
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Written by: Azealia Amanda Banks
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