| Penthouse top floor, money through the roof
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| Bleedin' like tycoon, Tampax too
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| I’m with your, flies in the room
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| Higher than the moon, water like, ayy
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| I could buy me any kinda coupe that I want
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| I’ma fuck me a bitch, I’ma kick my shit like a punt
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| I’ma crush me a Xan with a upper pill, ooh
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| Don’t need to ask, this jewelry real, ooh
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| Lil' mama, lil' mama, lil' mama, yeah
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| Lil' mama, lil' mama, lil' mama, yeah
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| Lil' mama, lil' mama, lil' mama, yeah
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| Lil' mama, lil' mama, lil' mama, yeah
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| I bought diamonds for the mistress in my past
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| Gold braces on my teeth, they fixed 'em fast
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| I put birds in a bag like I take out trash, mm
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| I got all green faces like the mask, mm
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| I could turn your mama on
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| Call Birdman, I brought the Stunna out
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| All I wanted you to do is tell me to leave and I’m out of your house
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| Ripley, believe it or not, I got bad freaky wives
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| Hunnid racks on the prize, I could send the bitch
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| All this shit in my eyes, it’s causing me never to lie
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| It’s the cause of my lack of trust if I look you right in your eyes, yeah
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| Penthouse top floor, money through the roof
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| Bleedin' like tycoon, Tampax too
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| I’m with your, flies in the room
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| Higher than the moon, water like, ayy
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| I could buy me any kinda coupe that I want
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| I’ma fuck me a bitch, I’ma kick my shit like a punt
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| I’ma crush me a Xan with a upper pill, ooh
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| Don’t need to ask, this jewelry real, ooh
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| Take the money off the dance floor, head right to a ho
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| Take the top off the Bentley, leave it at the store
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| Hunnid racks in twenties, fifties and hundreds, eeny-miny-moe
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| At the intercontinental with my Alabama folks
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| Got the coupe over 6−4, a hunnid thousand spokes
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| Ridin’d 'round kickin' kick doors and rockin' nigga
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| I don’t ever wanna kiss, not one of y’all hoes
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| Any one of y’all niggas play, y’all gon' die slow, yeah
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| I hope you hate me, I’ma do you shady
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| Don’t ever save me, no
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| I don’t play that caping, I don’t play that dating stuff
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| 'Bout to lift the doors up, staring at the
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| Penthouse top floor, money through the roof
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| Bleedin' like tycoon, Tampax too
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| I’m with your, flies in the room
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| Higher than the moon, water like, ayy
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| I could buy me any kinda coupe that I want
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| I’ma fuck me a bitch, I’ma kick my shit like a punt
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| I’ma crush me a Xan with a upper pill, ooh
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| Don’t need to ask, this jewelry real, ooh
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| Lil' mama, lil' mama, lil' mama, yeah
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| Lil' mama, lil' mama, lil' mama, yeah
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| Lil' mama, lil' mama, lil' mama, yeah
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| Lil' mama, lil' mama, lil' mama, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lil Mama , by - Young Thug. Song from the album Lost Files, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп