Lyrics Baby Mama Coochie - Saweetie

Baby Mama Coochie

Man, these hoes
Shoutout all my L.A., Inglewood bitches
Yea
Rich bitch, I don’t need no advice
Two pretty double D’s sitting at a high price
Big hoops, lip gloss, baby got the real ice
Bad boy, good dick, and he talkin' real nice
bitch, he adore all my features
Love a real nigga that can handle my fever
A lil shape booty, make it shake like a seizure
«You don’t like broke niggas?»
I don’t either!
White toes, make em know know
AMG, four doors, I where these hoes don’t go
Eat it up like DiGiorno
Play it back on the cell phone, lookin' like a porno
Baby mama coochie, I ain’t even got a child
Put the pussy on 'em, that shit make a nigga growl
, make a bitch smile
Gotta hid from Peter cause I’m wearing crocodile