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      MAMA (Ft Nicki Minaj, Kanye West)

      MAMA (Ft Nicki Minaj, Kanye West)

      6IX9INE

      Album: Dummy Boy

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      6IX9INE - MAMA (Ft Nicki Minaj, Kanye West) Música y Letra

      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, got her rowdy, choosing everybody
      
      Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat
      She got that wet wet, got me blowing through this whole bag (bag)
      She got B's, spend some cheese, now they double D's
      Thought I had to free, kick her out, my mama coming home at three
      Ho thicker (thicker, thicker), thicker than a fuckin' Snicker
      Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
      In the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla
      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 car (ooh)
      Man, oh my God
      Her doctor got her busting out her motherfuckin' bra
      Man, oh my God
      She Uber to a nigga with no car
      Talking about the relish, I do not embellish
      Jacket got wings, True's got propellers
      Gave all my old Margielas to my boy Marcellas
      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, look out with my ice
      15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (man)
      
      Ka-Ka-Kanye dress 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 making, 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 dress 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 dress 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, got her rowdy, choosing everybody

      6IX9INE - MAMA (Ft Nicki Minaj, Kanye West) Música y Letra

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