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rob49, skilla baby & tay b - mama lyrics

[intro: rob49]
haha, zai, can you turn that up a little bit?
uh, yeah

[verse 1: rob49 & sk!lla baby]
b+tch go crop a brick of ice ’cause we young and turnt off betty white (yeah)
girl, that n+gga 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+ssy 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, n+gga, she is not my kind
we out here passin’ hoes to the gang, when you treatin’ his ho like wifey
now he say he want smoke ’bout the ho, i told him, “k!ll somethin’ ’bout it” (yeah)
she keep askin’ me how her n+gga know, b+tch, i ain’t tell n0body (woo)
f+ck me right, alright? (yeah)
stab that p+ssy, knife, alright?
baby, you my kryptonite
i won’t give you d+ck 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 d+ck (givin’ you good d+ck)
titties in my hand (yeah), alright
got b+tches shakin’ ass (yeah), alright
i know his twin died, alright
i know he miss his mans, n+gga
i been countin’ blues all day, make a n+gga’ hands cramp (yeah, pew)
i just gave my ho a ten piece, i am not one of them, yeah (huh)
[chorus: sk!lla baby & rob49]
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 sh+t on, bae, i like when that sh+t on you (you the coldest)
you know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest)
you know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest)
you know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest)
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)

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
you know i’m not thin, when i pull up, i’m comin’ trim, alright? (alright)
five hundred sl!cks, look like a thigh pad on my hip, alright?
your old n+gga a shrimp, bae, let me take you on a trip, alright? (yeah)
all my b+tches pretty, rich, and thick, don’t think your b+tch 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 f+ck your rose before these n+ggas, you my type, mama (mama)
you do that sh+t right, mama
you deserve some ice, mama (mama)
when you take them clothes off, i get nervous, let me buy you purses
f+ck me with your eyes, you keep playin’, you doin’ that on purpose (huh)
[chorus: sk!lla baby & rob49]
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 sh+t on, bae, i like when that sh+t on you (you the coldest)
you know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest)
you know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest)
you know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest)
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 (alright, huh)

[verse 3: tay b]
yeah, alright, tay b
yeah, i’m really rich, alright? (mm+hmm)
could take your b+tch, alright? (on god)
if you take this strip, alright? (huh)
you suckin’ d+ck, alright? (mm+hmm)
i’m a christian man, it’s crosses on my fit, alright? (alright)
yeah, i hardly go to sleep at night
good p+ssy 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 f+ckin’ with the drank, but i might sip tonight
i ain’t f+ck my ex in a while, she might get d+ck 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?

- rob49 skilla baby tay b lyrics

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