LIL MAMA (Explicit)

LIL MAMA (Explicit) - thirteendegrees °

Lyrics by：Jalen Hughes

Composed by：Jalen Hughes

Produced by：Gyant

Focus on me Gyant

I need you to I need you to focus on me

Baby can you focus on me me me me me?

Ooh

Yeah put that dress on put that dress on

That make me hard lil' mama yeah I like that shit

I'ma invest all of my money in that pussy like a farmer bitch

Not gon' lie you be blowin' my world lil' mama like Osama hit

I scream I believe I believe like 2008 Obama stint

Get up out my 'partment that's my home lil' comin'

I'm not goin' if my own not comin'

I don't gotta talk folks see how I'm bummin'

Ho come in station for the quick quick pumpin'

Dance on these niggas they thought I was krumpin'

Takin' they bitch use her for the fuckin'

They be wet uh but I still keep humpin'

Got all these niggas lookin' at me I keep stompin'

My swag like COVID contagious

Heard they went for it taking's outrageous

Guess this how a nigga feel when he famous

I'ma get they ass so bad like Alzheimer's

Eatin' they bitch up just like a danish

I'm so Rick'd up look at my hangers

She ate the dick up like it was hanger

Hoggin' the pickup that's my language

Focus on me

I need you to I need you to focus on me

Baby can you focus on me me me me me?

Ooh

Yeah put that dress on put that dress on

That make me hard lil' mama yeah I like that shit

I'ma invest all of my money in that pussy like a farmer bitch

Not gon' lie you be blowin' my world lil' mama like Osama hit

I scream I believe I believe like 2008 Obama stint

She geeked up on 1942

Bitch in the party asked who is you?

I'm thirteen who the fuck is you?

She wanna she wanna fuck it's cool

How I be fuckin' these bitches it's Zeus

That's why I got a ego dude

I'm makin' it hit but it hurt when I do

That's what the fuck he ain't gon' do

My ex be talkin' shit I hope she bite her lip

I remember on Tuesday night

She wanted me to get drunk so I take a sip

I looked in her eyes and I toast gettin' late we gotta dip

I'll take her to the bed okay yeah but I gave her another tip

And I called your phone lil' mama

Where the fuck is your phone?

You better not be on fuckin' that nigga racks in my zone

And I'm feelin' alone lil' mama so I'm makin' this song

You better not be on they know I'm that nigga and now you gone