young thug - lil mama lyrics
[intro]
pent-pent (yeah)
[chorus]
penthouse top floor, money through the roof
bleedin’ like tyc–n, tampax too
i’m with your [?], flies in the room
higher than the moon, water like [?]
i could buy me any kinda coupe that i want
i’ma f-ck me a b-tch, i’ma kick my sh-t like a punt
i’ma crush a xan with a upper pill, ooh
don’t need to ask if this jewelry real, ooh
[post-chorus]
lil mama, lil mama, lil mama, yeah
lil mama, lil mama, lil mama, yeah
lil mama, lil mama, lil mama, yeah
lil mama, lil mama, lil mama, yeah
[verse 1]
i bought diamonds for the mistress in my past
gold braces on my teeth, they fixed ’em fast
i put birds in a bag like i take out trash, mm
i got all green faces like the mask, mm
i could turn your mama on
call birdman, i brought the stunna out
all i wanted you to do is tell me to leave and i’m out of your house
ripley, believe it or not, i got bad freaky wives
hunnid racks on the prize, i could send the b-tch [?]
all this sh-t in my eyes, it’s causing me never to lie
it’s the cause of my lack of trust if i look you right in your eyes, yeah
[chorus]
penthouse top floor, money through the roof
bleedin’ like tyc–n, tampax too
i’m with your [?], flies in the room
higher than the moon, water like [?]
i could buy me any kinda coupe that i want
i’ma f-ck me a b-tch, i’ma kick my sh-t like a punt
i’ma crush a xan with a upper pill, ooh
don’t need to ask if this jewelry real, ooh
[verse 2]
take the money off the dance floor, head right to a ho
take the top off the bentley, leave it at the store
hunnid racks in twenties, fifties and hundreds, eeny-miny-moe
at the intercontinental with my alabama folks
got the coupe over 6-4, a hunnid thousand spokes
ridin’d ’round kickin’ kick doors and rockin’ n-gg- [?]
i don’t ever wanna kiss, not one of y’all hoes
any one of y’all n-gg-s play, y’all gon’ die slow, yeah
i hope you hate me, i’ma do you shady
don’t ever save me, no
i don’t play that caping, i don’t play that dating stuff
’bout to lift the doors up, staring at the [?]
[chorus]
penthouse top floor, money through the roof
bleedin’ like tyc–n, tampax too
i’m with your [?], flies in the room
higher than the moon, water like [?]
i could buy me any kinda coupe that i want
i’ma f-ck me a b-tch, i’ma kick my sh-t like a punt
i’ma crush a xan with a upper pill, ooh
don’t need to ask if this jewelry real, ooh
[post-chorus]
lil mama, lil mama, lil mama, yeah
lil mama, lil mama, lil mama, yeah
lil mama, lil mama, lil mama, yeah
lil mama, lil mama, lil mama, yeah
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