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lirik lagu no fats, no femmes – big momma

[verse 1: big momma]
uh
pigeon-toed, extra meat around the hips
got this n-gga’s mind going ’cause the size of my lips
put him on it once, now i gotta book him trips
give me five-star meals, steph curry with the shrimp
vacation in belize sippin’ bubbly
and you know we chainsmoking, sittin’ casually
motherf-ckers in their feelings, don’t be bad to me
’cause momma’s throat sk!lls keep a n-gga close to me, uh
momma know what the boys want, uh
bring him to me, i can give him what he need
head game crucial like he sinking in the sea
b-tches blowing up his phone, he be missing for a week
that’s me in a gt benz crimson blue
mean-mugging all you hoes when i’m coming through
dominating any b-tch coming in my avenue
but why them hoes really mad ’cause them hoes is through, uh
meanwhile, they tryna get all in my gut
he wanna play a n-gga, he just wanna bust a nut
i ain’t f-cking with you if that thing uncut
li’l n-ggas better back up before i act up
get your racks up
n-ggas, ’cause y’all hoes is p-ssies
how the f-ck you tryna play me ’cause the frame is squishy
lame n-ggas wanna lay up when their pockets empty
motherf-cker get ghost, adios, you’ll miss me, uh

[verse 2: big momma]
i’m tired of n-ggas tryna play me
i’m tired of n-ggas tryna get the mouth like it’s free
i’m tired of n-ggas tryna steal me for my recipes
when i listen to their flows, they be sounding like me
godd-mn, where they at, ’cause i’m ready to bust them
weak bars, they ain’t hitting, b-tch you rapping dust
i peel the skin off you chickens and you bald and plucked
on wednesdays we wear black but you ain’t sitting with us, uh

[verse 3: cupcakke]
tomato and lettuce, you know that’s my fetish
on top of five dogs and you can’t forget relish
they making them jealous while taking they fellas
i got dress on me like my name kimbella
makeup making y’all hoes look better
face don’t need beat, i can do acapella (i can)
waistline sn-tched even when it ain’t together
p-ssy open up like a f-cking love letter (uh)
every restaurant, that’s a big tab
sit down, ooh, that’s big flab
say it like “nah” but i’m still bad
can’t come for me in a yellow cab
b-tch, i’m laid back
but let a b-tch jump, i’m a maniac
i said what i said and i ain’t take it back
hop on any n-gga’s track and make the train collapse
i’m only stating facts
only thing get fat shamed is this p-ssy
-ss so thick, i named it snooki
the g-ys okay then you know i’m goodie
and i knock on the d-ck since i made that woody
my weight look hot, got it on lock
confidence is the best thing i rock
rude comments, i’m quick with the block
’cause i ain’t never ’bout to argue with a motherf-ckin’ flop

[chorus: big momma]
this for the girls with extra meat around they limbs
belly hang low, a couple of inches on the hem
n-ggas that be yelling “no fats, no femmes”
but it’s quiet as is kept, girl, you don’t need him (no fats, no femmes)
this for the girls with extra meat around they limbs
belly hang low, a couple of inches on the hem
n-ggas that be yelling “no fats, no femmes”
but it’s quiet as is kept, girl, you don’t need him (no fats, femmes)
this for the girls with extra meat around they limbs
belly hang low, a couple of inches on the hem
n-ggas that be yelling “no fats, no femmes”
but it’s quiet as is kept, girl, you don’t need him (no fats, no femmes)
this for the girls with extra meat around they limbs
belly hang low, a couple of inches on the hem
n-ggas that be yelling “no fats, no femmes”
but it’s quiet as is kept, girl, you don’t need him (no fats, femmes)

- big momma

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