Lyrics Lil Momma - Skatterman & Snug Brim, Krizz Kaliko

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