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rx papi - big momma lyrics

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[intro]
it’s the dawg, it’s the dawg
fine sh+t look like+
fine sh+t look like+

[verse]
all right fine sh+t look like jessica alba i pull up drop
top vert i’m at johnny
b+tch said she wanna go out to eat five star restaurant [?]
light skin, fine sh+t yeah that’s big momma
love at first sight made her my big momma
pop my sh+t now i stunt like big tymers
baby girl know i’m the one i’m him
bounce out 2doe i’m coming trim
open the door and say papi you gentlemen
real smooth talk she blushing she feeling me
deep down in her i’m stroking i’m k!lling it
when we get in this room don’t be acting innocent
b+tch finer than 02’ stacy she said if i gavе you a shot don’t play with me
grab a pillow and push your face in it papi you must want me to fall in lovе
girl if you ever alone you can call me up she said i ain’t gon’ lie love you treat me
she shy around the guys deep down she freaky
grab it in the restaurant baby girl sneaky i’m on my way home girl i’m not creepy
she said i get away her panties leaking i put that sh+t on then left her speechless
got her chanel sneakers ain’t no creases if i tell you i got you then baby i mean it
coco chanel i mean celine them my b+tch bounce out trim the cleanest
all that ass like lord of jesus lost my mind first time i seen it
she said if you want it then come and get it once i get it i’m tryna keep it
baby girl know i’m the one i flip her on the stomach h+ll no i’m not done
baby girl i’m a dog you should know where i’m from f+ck your last n+gga cause i’m not one of them
she said all sh+t here you go popping it again, nah baby girl i’m letting you know i’m rocking with you
if a n+gga play with you and a glock hit him i’m a pot scr+per and a rock whipper
baby girl from the trenches but grew up good she don’t really trip when i’m in the hood
you belong to me that’s understood coming home to you that’s over stood
p+ssy fire and her cooking good bend her over cause she looking good
b+tch got ass like buffy the body lift her sundress stuff it inside her
i like the way she call me big papi she say who’s is it i say big momma’s
the way she suck she can get prada way we f+ck neighbors say we wilding
baby fresher than baby powder brody saying that i’m crazy bout it
i put it in them pull a baby buy a big benz not a baby audi
she say pa i ain’t even gon’ lie you tough i’m shy as f+ck and you making me blush
i’ll do more if i ain’t doing enough keep it to myself everything on a hush
my b+tch top tier she is not one of them got here now she tryna top me again
b+tch bad she’ll sh+t on rihanna my b+tch is not into robbing n+ggas
bank account over 100,000 in it when we go to the mall not browsing in it
deep in your gut wilding in you when i leave i’m leaving my child in you
she said “pa am i’m really your big momma” i couldn’t lie to you even if you was to say it
she said deep down i think you still a player i’ll hang my jersey for that baby taylor
[outro]
the f+ck you got the money and got to callin’ less and less
reaching out less and less like f+ck on, i just irritating that sh+t
you said you was going to do something you didn’t f+cking do it
and then you+
like i don’t know what the f+ck you got going on
just get the+ stay the f+ck from ‘round me don’t say sh+t to me on god
move the f+ck on beat your f+cking feet f+ck+
it’s the dawg



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