Mama

作词 : Christian Hamilton/Trevon Gardner/Diamanté Warren/Robert Thomas

[Intro: Rob49]

Haha, Zai, can you turn that up a little bit?

Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Rob49 & Skilla Baby]

B***h, go cop a brick of ice 'cause we young and turnt off Betty White (Yeah)

Girl, that nigga ain't turnt up like he 'posed, 49 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' hoes 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, b***h, I ain't tell nobody (Woo)

**** me right, alright? (Yeah)

Stab that p***y, knife, alright?

Baby, you my Kryptonite

I won't 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 d**k (Givin' you good d**k)

T*****s in my hand (Yeah), alright

Got b*****s shakin' ass (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)

[Chorus: Skilla 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 shit on, bae, I like when that shit 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 rose gold on you (Yeah, alright, huh)

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]

You know I'm not thin, when I pull up, I'm comin' trim, alright? (Alright)

Five hundred slicks, look like a thigh pad on my hip, alright? (Alright)

Your old nigga a shrimp, bae, let me take you on a trip, alright? (Yeah)

All my b*****s pretty, rich, and thick, don't think your b***h 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 shit 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)

[Chorus: Skilla 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 shit on, bae, I like when that shit 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 rose gold on you (Alright, huh)

[Verse 3: Tay B]

Yeah, alright, Tay B

Yeah, I'm really rich, alright? (Mm-hmm)

Could take your b***h, 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)

Yeah, I hardly 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 ****in' 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?