Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song MAMA , by - 6ix9ine. Release date: 20.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Scumgang
Song language: English
MAMA |
| Uh |
| Murda on the beat so it's not nice! |
| Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot) |
| Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it) |
| Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it |
| Little thottie, thottarati choosin' everybody |
| Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat |
| She got that wet wet, got me blowin' through this whole bag (Rack) |
| She got B's, spend some cheese, now they double D's |
| Thought I had to free, kick her out, my mama comin' home at three |
| Ho thicker-thicker-thicker than a fuckin' Snicker |
| Drug dealer, professional pot-whipper |
| In the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr) |
| I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers |
| Man, oh my God |
| She Instagram famous but she can't keep a job (Ooh) |
| Man, oh my God |
| Swipe her 30-inch weave on her sugar daddy card (Ooh) |
| Man, oh my God |
| Her doctor got her bustin' out her motherfuckin' bra (Mmm) |
| Man, oh my God |
| She Uber to a nigga with no car |
| Talkin' 'bout the relish, I do not embellish |
| Jacket got wings, True's got propellers |
| Gave all my old Margielas to my boy Marcellus |
| Pulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealous |
| Oh, Jesus Christ, I don't need advice |
| Wild nigga life, tell 'em read my rights |
| Man it hot tonight, lucky I wore my ice |
| 15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (Huuh) |
| Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll |
| Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball |
| Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall |
| Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls) |
| I was out in Spain rockin' a Medusa head |
| I ain't never have to give a rap producer head |
| If I do, though, I'ma write a book like Supahead |
| This ain't wonder that I'm makin', this that super bread |
| Splish, splash, fuck him in a hurry, quick, fast |
| Still a pink wig, thick ass, whiplash |
| Got him cummin', cummin', Roger, over, dispatch |
| Said my box is the best, he met his match |
| I got all these bitches wantin' to be Barbie dolls |
| Barbie Dreamhouse, pink and purple marble walls |
| Pull-Pull up in that Barbie 'Rari, finna bury y'all |
| She threw dirt on my name, ended up at her own burial |
| Kanye dressed me up like a doll |
| Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball |
| Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall |
| Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls |
| Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll |
| Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball |
| Bitch, this the dream team, Fif' is on call |
| Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls) |
| Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot) |
| Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it) |
| Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it |
| Little thottie, thottarati choosin' everybody |