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Mamacita (feat. Calm Evenings)
by Digital
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Yeah, uh
Nigga run it up like Fifa
He caught a stray wouldn't wanna be ya
Lost in the daze, he under the sea
We coming in waves, look under your seat
Pull out the K and head for the beach
He got the range he got the reach
Knock the boy out momma Mia
She want the clout, Mamacita
Hoe watch your mouth, fore I clean it
I take your spouse you aint need her
Told her get out, now she eating
Puffing on loud, got her geeking
Run it back like Revis
Nine laced to me like neakers
Blind date pulled up like Arnold
Crime rate rose cause we demons
Moving in and out my bag
Pockets was swole now they under attack
Moving in and out my bag
We was outta control now im back doing my math
Moving in and out these stores got my chick kind of mad
Rolling Yaya when I woke, got me feeling like jet lag
She make me feel like the goat, she say don't ever get out yo bag
Im like you already know, we see the opps and we play tag
Freeze
Yeah they froze just like the wrist
Yeah they froze just like the fit
I'm far from my lows I'm deep in a pit
I'm far from a hoe I need my percent
As far as it goes I ain't losing a cent
Before I let go I gotta repent
Gotta repent
I've been in and out my bag
I've been in and out my bag
I've been in and out my
In and out my
In and out my
In and out my
In and out my bag
Yeah, uh
Nigga run it up like Fifa
He caught a stray wouldn't wanna be ya
Lost in the daze, he under the sea
We coming in waves, look under your seat
Pull out the K and head for the beach
He got the range he got the reach
Knock the boy out momma Mia
She want the clout, Mamacita
Hoe watch your mouth, fore I clean it
I take your spouse you aint need her
Told her get out, now she eating
Puffing on loud, got her geeking
Run it back like Revis
Nine laced to me like neakers
Blind date pulled up like Arnold
Crime rate rose cause we demons
Moving in and out my bag
Pockets was swole now they under attack
Moving in and out my bag
We was outta control now im back doing my math
Moving in and out these stores got my chick kind of mad
Rolling Yaya when I woke, got me feeling like jet lag
She make me feel like the goat, she say don't ever get out yo bag
Im like you already know, we see the opps and we play tag
Freeze
Yeah they froze just like the wrist
Yeah they froze just like the fit
I'm far from my lows I'm deep in a pit
I'm far from a hoe I need my percent
As far as it goes I ain't losing a cent
Before I let go I gotta repent
Gotta repent
I've been in and out my bag
I've been in and out my bag
I've been in and out my
In and out my
In and out my
In and out my
In and out my bag
