Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lil Momma, artist - Skatterman & Snug BrimDate of issue: 11.08.2008
Song language: English
Lil Momma |
| Hey lil mama |
| What I gotta say, lil mama? |
| Why don’t you come right my way, lil mama? |
| Wanna play, wanna holla? |
| Hey lil mama, can’t stop stairing at you, lil mama |
| Tell me how I gotta move, lil mama |
| Just tell me what to do, lil mama |
| You lookin right with that miniskirt |
| How you lookin in Apple Bottoms will get you hurt |
| Let me speak to you, lady, don’t take this as a flirt |
| I like your body, good job, now give me the work |
| I know you like the attention |
| Wanna strole through my go right to my section |
| Blow blueberry, Cartier for the lenses |
| So hard, we movin |
| Lovin all this, so can I offer you an invitation to come over and |
| Just give it a lil twist |
| I know when both of us go home later on, I get the full strip |
| Look like a model or something |
| I see you 2 step |
| I see you shaking it, I see you doin that |
| If you throw me a sample, we just might make a date |
| How much I gotta spit, mommy, what I gotta say? |
| Hey lil mama |
| What I gotta say, lil mama? |
| Why don’t you come right my way, lil mama? |
| Wanna play, wanna holla? |
| Hey lil mama, can’t stop stairing at you, lil mama |
| Tell me how I gotta move, lil mama |
| Just tell me what to do, lil mama |
| 5 11 with her toes out |
| got an ass that stretch her clothes out |
| In the club, got the out |
| All we need is some trees, and one hit is guaranteed to bring the hoes out |
| Dance for a pack, body moving like a cyclone |
| Pop a couple of these at your party till the night’s gone |
| Spill your drink and stumble on my Js, the fight’s on |
| We ain’t tryna leave till the owners turn the lights on |
| You can Soulja Boy, or you can Walk It Out |
| Just let me get with you, out |
| Bigger than your nigga, making more than your main squeez |
| An underground figure making noise in the mainstream |
| True Religion jeans, heavy in my rock |
| Came from the game, pushin Caine till the block’s sore |
| I’m Scatterman, and Snug Brim, you better know it |
| And if we try and holler, this is how we go about it |
| Hey lil mama |
| What I gotta say, lil mama? |
| Why don’t you come right my way, lil mama? |
| Wanna play, wanna holla? |
| Hey lil mama, can’t stop stairing at you, lil mama |
| Tell me how I gotta move, lil mama |
| Just tell me what to do, lil mama |
| Hey, sexy, I’m from KC Missouri, let me sit down |
| Go to the bar, buy you a drink or 2 |
| Call it the double up |
| Tell you what I think of you |
| A couple shots of Patrone, now you feeling yourself |
| Now drop it to the floor, swing it right to left |
| She say she love me long time if I take her home |
| She must not know who she messing with, show me the thong |
| I’m off that Gray Goose, she off that Sprits |
| My baby bro rollin up that Purp in the swisher |
| Take lil mama down, and bomb her ass in a picture |
| If I don’t crush her, then Imma get at her sister |
| Bigshots in the club, stuntin on our campaine |
| Buying all the drinks, spilling Wiskey on my damb chain |
| If you luckey, you might end up in my passinger |
| So I hope you ain’t offended by me asking ya |
| Hey lil mama |
| What I gotta say, lil mama? |
| Why don’t you come right my way, lil mama? |
| Wanna play, wanna holla? |
| Hey lil mama, can’t stop stairing at you, lil mama |
| Tell me how I gotta move, lil mama |
| Just tell me what to do, lil mama |