Mama

Mama - Rob49

Lyrics by：Robert Thomas/Christian Hamilton/Trevon Gardner/Diamanté Warren

Composed by：Robert Thomas/Christian Hamilton/Trevon Gardner/Diamanté Warren

Produced by：Zai Hamilton

Uh yeah

***** go crop a brick of ice

'Cause we young and turnt off Betty White yeah

Girl that nigga ain't turnt up

Like he posted for now I'm gon' treat you right yeah

I might buy you ice mama alright

Hope that p***y tight mama alright

This love at first sight mama alright

You the type I like mama yeah

If your ho ain't darkskin and petite nigga

She is not my kind

We out here passin' h*es to the gang

When you treatin' his ho like wifey

Now he say he want smoke 'bout the ho

I told him kill somethin' 'bout it yeah

She keep askin' me how her nigga know

I ain't tell nobody woo

Me right alright yeah

Stab that p***y knife alright

Baby you my kryptonite

I wan' give you d**k tonight yeah

Told you I'm all in baby I'm all in baby I'm all in

Yeah I hear you're stalkin' yeah

I'm givin' you good givin' you good

Titties in my hand yeah alright

Got shakin' a*s yeah alright

I know his twin died alright

I know he miss his mans nigga

I been countin' blues all day make a nigga'

Hands cramp yeah pew

I just gave my ho a ten piece

I am not one of them yeah huh

You know you the coldest

You know you the coldest you the coldest

You know you the coldest

Bae you know you the coldest you in this ho

You know you the coldest you the coldest

You know you the coldest huh

You put that on bae I like when that

On you you the coldest

You know you the coldest alright

You know you the coldest alright

You know you the coldest alright

Bae you know you the coldest huh

I know you like chanel alright bae let me put

Chanel on you alright

I know you like rose gold alright bae

Let me put chanel on you yeah alright huh

You know I'm not thin when I pull up

I'm comin' trim alright alright

Five hundred slips look like a thigh pad on my hip

Alright

Your old nigga a shrimp bae

Let me take you on a trip alright yeah

All my pretty rich

And thick don't think your my type huh alright

Yeah I heard you got a man

But it's alright mama alright

Let's go to the mall

I'm 'bout to buy you what you like mama huh huh

You would your rose before these niggas

You my type mama mama

You do that right mama

You deserve some ice mama mama

When you take them clothes off

I get nervous let me buy you purses

Me with your eyes you keep playin'

You doin' that on purpose huh

You know you the coldest

You know you the coldest you the coldest

You know you the coldest

Bae you know you the coldest you in this ho

You know you the coldest you the coldest

You know you the coldest huh

You put that on bae

I like when that on you you the coldest

You know you the coldest alright

You know you the coldest alright

You know you the coldest alright

Bae you know you the coldest huh

I know you like chanel alright

Let me put chanel on you alright

I know you like rose gold alright bae

Let me put chanel on you alright huh

Yeah alright Tay B

Yeah I'm really rich alright mm-hmm

Could take your alright On God

If you take this strip alright huh

You suckin' d**k alright mm-hmm

I'm a christian man

It's crosses on my fit alright alright

Been hard to go to sleep at night

Good p***y my kryptonite shh

Lately we been flyin' private

Kind of hard to miss a flight on God

Plain Jane was yesterday

Bustdown on my wrist tonight uh-huh

I ain't really with the drank

But I might sip tonight

I ain't my ex in a while

She might get d**k tonight yurr

My one opp been dead for a while

I know he miss his life on my mama

Last month was seventeen five

This month a different price

My advice if you wanna be turnt

Go cop a brick alright