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baby mama coochie - bbyafricka lyrics

[intro: bbyafricka]
ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus: bbyafricka]
b*tch, i’m not the goat, i’m some’ like don dada
let him have a treat, then i let him get nada
wanna f*ck with me, know i’m crazy, see i’m freaky
see, i got a baby, so his baby maker need me
baby mama coochie, man, you b*tches is beneath me
told him text his homie if the n*gga need to reach me
i just got some coochie, i don’t got the double d*ds
yet, hey

[verse 1: bbyafricka & naeblud]
what’s next? he f*ckin’ up a check on my body, what’s next?
he stick it in, then he had me throwing up his set
he say i suck d*ck too good, i’m the best
these n*ggas playin’, but i’m really from the ‘wood
yup, inglewood, b*tch, up to no good
you a shoulda*coulda, i’m a wish a b*tch would (i’m a wish a b*tch would)
ayy, ayy, i’m a wish a b*tch would
my b*tches choo*choo, lil’ engine that could
these b*tches suwoop just like they should
n*gga, what you gon’ do? i’ll pull up to yo’ hood
huh? huh?
yeah, and that’s dolo, n*gga, ayy
put the money on the floor*floor, n*gga, ayy
who ain’t really trained to go, lil’ n*gga? ayy
i can make you touch ya toes, lil’ n*gga
b*tches wanna play, well, set the camera up and p*ssy play
no, it ain’t no cuddle, take the muzzle off and gimmie face
if you can make me nut then you stuck until you make me squirt
n*gga, bring the bottle, i’m the model, now let’s go to work
i ain’t got no ass, but it ain’t sad ’cause i’m a freaky ho
and if it’s ’bout a bag, i can fake it ’til my pockets full
and n*ggas really beatin’ down roaches need to let me know
’cause i ain’t sharing d*ck unless she cute or got a lot of dough (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[verse 2: naeblud]
baby mama coochie, i ain’t even got a baby
told me she a ho and i told her to do it a safely
and he wanna f*ck a blood, the lil’ n*gga gotta pay me
i’m a nasty b*tch, i told a n*gga put it in my face
what’s next? i told the p*ssy n*gga cut the check on the set
i made that n*gga tat it on his neck
i’m the best, a freaky bum could never make me upset
sba check got a b*tch talkin’ out her neck

[verse 3: bawsekitty]
b*tch, i been a boss, i been yo’ mama, been that b*tch
i got my own n*gga, ho, i don’t want yo’ d*ck
that sh*t don’t hit like a m*th*f*ckin’ truck
told my n*gga, “wanna f*ck, baby, put it in my b*tt”
what’s next? he wanna f*ck me in private jets
what’s next? he wanna buy me and my b*tches birkin bags
i want a new body, can you pop that tag?
drippin’ all cc, b*tch, i’m in my bag
she can’t sit down unless she got a fat ass
i don’t f*ck with b*tches ’cause these hoes don’t last
bundle girls locked in, yeah, we on the map
it’s no cap in my rap, sis, sit back before i spaz
ho safely or don’t ho at all
ho safely or don’t ho at all
ayy, ho safely or don’t ho at all
me and my b*tches in the mall and we came to ball
[chorus: bbyafricka]
b*tch, i’m not the goat, i’m some’ like don dada
let him have a treat, then i let him get nada
wanna f*ck with me, know i’m crazy, see i’m freaky
see, i got a baby, so his baby maker need me
baby mama coochie, man, you b*tches is beneath me
told him text his homie if the n*gga need to reach me
i just got some coochie, i don’t got the double d*ds
yet, hey

- bbyafricka lyrics

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