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mc magic - lil mama lyrics

chorus: big gemini
little mama with your body that’s cold
little mama that’s ready to go
let me show you how i do
if you was my boo
baby girl, it’s all for you
little mama with your body that’s cold
little mama that’s ready to go
let me show you how i do
if you was my boo
won’t you think about me and you

[verse 1: mc magic]
i wanna treat you like a lollipop, girl
make you swear that your boy is from out of this world
sweatin’ all hot, body twisted like a pretzel
legs everywhere, aw, we messed up your hair
d-mn
it’s aight, it’s ’bout to be a long night
you ’bout to be my cinderella when that clock strike
one o’clock, two o’clock, three o’clock in the a.m
makin’ ugly faces is the game that we playin’
i got you breathin’ like an asthma attack
your body locks up before your eyes roll back
and then, you start to shake, body movin’ like a snake
explosions and hot lava like an earthquake
pictures on my iphone to reminisce about tonight
you so good, you make my fantasies light real lights
little mama with a body that’s cool
let you know, magic city never wanna let you go

repeat chorus

[verse 2: big gemini]
let me show you how
how i do it
them lames you dealin’ with, baby, actin’ too foolish
i never put you down
i wanna build you up
won’t lay your hand on ya til you tell me where you
on all them right places, your little secret locations
i think you get what i’m sayin’, baby, there’s no more delayin’
in-in-in
i know you ready (know you ready)
like i’m ready (like i’m ready)
we can go and get it started, girl
let me show how i can blow your mind (your mind)
no rushin’, i’m a take my time (my time)
turn your phone off, baby, we gon’ be a while
won’t come out the room, til sometime tomorrow
little mama
hotter than a sauna
sweatin’ like it’s july in arizona
summer (summer)
here’s my (here’s my)
number (number)
use it, call it when you, wanna

repeat chorus

[verse 3: chingo bling]
shades by versaci (yeah)
duckin’ paparazzi (yeah)
duffle bags, full of cash, now the feds watch me (watch me)
if i show you how i’m livin’, girl, you won’t believe it (uh uh, uh uh)
number in my phone, por favor, don’t delete it
mexican jeezy, lookin’ for a beyonce (where she at)
she married to the game, made money my fiance (make money)
“he a dog, he a flirt” is what your friends say (woof)
soon as you walk off, your friend headed this way
i know i’m headlinin’ (yeah)
but you the main event
girl, you’re so stacked from the back, i gotta stare again (daymn!)
forget your baby daddy, holla when you all alone
976, big chile, hit me on the phone

repeat chorus

- mc magic lyrics

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