a bad mamajama - babychiefdoit lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, n*gga, that’s a bad motherf*ckin’ mamma jamma right here
n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on
i’m the realest n*gga you done ever seen
with a [?], twenty six guns, twelve deep, b*tch
slide
uh, uh, uh, uh
zoo life ’til i croak, n*gga
i seen
uh, uh
[verse 1]
your b*tch is a skeezer, real n*gga pleaser
she tryna come and feel this california breezer
b*tch, you don’t need me, hoe you need jesus
young ghetto diva, turned to a believer
your b*tch is a skeezer, real n*gga pleaser
i could bet your b*tch gon’ let me f*ck her if i teasе her
i done f*cked a hundrеd hoes, keisha, felisha, anita, tyesha, jaleah, amiya
either way, i’m leavin’, girl, i don’t need a reason
uh, see ya, i wouldn’t wanna be you
light ’em like a candle, i need more ammo
d*ck game, john cena, nickname rambo (b*tch i’m rambo)
[interlude]
nickname rambo, on b
what? nickname rambo
nickname rambo, nickname rambo
nickname rambo, nickname rambo
[chorus]
i’ll f*ck around tweak in this b*tch, if she play then i’m leavin’ the b*tch
dead n*ggas, they reek in this b*tch, f*ck the net we ain’t speakin’ on sh*t
my girl so much as look at a n*gga, we done, ain’t no keepin’ the b*tch
lil chief hard as h*ll, i cannot believe that n*gga could sleep on the kid
[verse 2]
been in the a for way too long, got turned to an atlanimal
i ain’t never heard a song, don’t ask if i’m a fan of you
your girlfriend a cannibal, so i nicknamed her hannibal
she hop in bananas, the lil’ b*tch p*ssy flammable
no lie, this beat fast as h*ll, i’m running out of stamina
she say dthang dogged her out, i told her he’s an animal
i’m super p, capital, n*gga, i’m going national
he the type to woof at you, i’m the type to blast at you
uppercase, capital, i capital a top all you n*ggas
you know me, i’m capital b, not brooklyn lil’ b*tch i’m ballin’ n*gga
capital c, can’t you tell, can’t you see i’m a taller n*gga
d don’t trip, don’t fall a n*gga z to the l is a mob of n*ggas
this hoe keep on tryin’ to f*ck, i tell her to shut up, i’m makin’ a triller
ten mil’ make me 6’7, i feel like scooter
telling my old b*tch let me right my wrongs, feel like bryson tiller
since the opps won’t come outside, tell they hoes i’ma come through k!llin’
[chorus]
i’ll f*ck around tweak in this b*tch, if she play then i’m leavin’ the b*tch
dead n*ggas, they reek in this b*tch, f*ck the net we ain’t speakin’ on sh*t
my girl so much as look at a n*gga, we done, ain’t no keepin’ the b*tch
lil chief hard as h*ll, i cannot believe that n*gga could sleep on the kid
i’ll f*ck around tweak in this b*tch, if she play then i’m leavin’ the b*tch
dead n*ggas, they reek in this b*tch, f*ck the net we ain’t speakin’ on sh*t
my girl so much as look at a n*gga, we done, ain’t no keepin’ the b*tch
lil chief hard as h*ll, i cannot believe that n*gga could sleep on the kid
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