[Part I]
[Intro]
Uh, okay (Tuh)
[Verse]
You make it hard to talk about you (Uh)
Like what I see, so I’m workin’ my mood
You give me butterflies, you the one, f**k them other guys
At the start, I told a couple lies, but after that, I swear, I really tried
Kept it real about my past niggas and I hope you never thinkin’ otherwise
Sometimes, my mind takes me places and I wonder why
Why the f**k you got two phones? Nigga, what you doin’ on that other line?
sh*t, better be some money talk ’cause some beef talk go another vibe
I don’t play about a side b**ch and you heard me say about a hunnid times
Let me try and keep it sexy for you, we can talk about that another time
Love yo’ ass in the worst way, let you hit it on the first date
What you gon’ do for Big Mama, for real?
What do I get for my birthday?
What do I get for my birthday?
What do I get for my birthday?
What do I get for my birthday?
You gotta put in some work today
Can you please do the most for me ’cause I’m sprung? (Sprung for you)
Can you give me some good dick ’til I cum? (Cum for you)
Then can you make me nut again, where’s your tongue? (Want for you)
Can I please get a pink Glock with a drum? (Pow, pow, pow)
If you can go another round then we ain’t done
I’ma f**k you ’til we see the sun
Drinkin’ out the bottle ’til this sh*t is done
On some Andre 3K sh*t, man, where the f**k are my panties at?
‘Cause I ain’t wearin’ none, I ain’t wearin’ none
I ain’t wearin’ none, I ain’t wearin’ none
[Part II]
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama
Bettin’ it wet when he call me Big— (Yeah, COUPE)
[Verse]
Love when he call me Big Mama, yeah, that get the coochie wet
Ho better stick to TikTokin’, mean that with all disrespect
I was a virgin ‘fore I met you, baby, I don’t have a ex
Thought I told you b**ches, I pull up in twenty Cadillacs (Skrrt), yeah
Money long, cheetah thong, thick as hell, Georgia Dome
Sharin’ niggas, sharin’ clothes, I don’t know what y’all be on
Y’all go for sh*t I wouldn’t, I’m up three hundred a booking
b**ch, I don’t play for the Nets, but I’m gon’ shoot sh*t up ’bout Brooklyn (On God, brrt)
Every time I’m cookin’ (Cookin’), he know I put my foot in (Foot in)
Leave yo’ b**ch, get wit’ a boss, she can’t give you nothin’ but pussy (Aw)
Pretty boy can’t take me home, Latto want an Al Capone
T-shirt with no panties on, f**k him to my favorite song, ah
[Chorus]
Yeah (Big Mama, tuh)
And don’t, yeah (Big Mama, yeah)
b**ches get (Big Mama, Big Mama, pow, pow, pow, pow)
b**ch, I’m Big Mama (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
Call me Big Mama (Pow)
He love his Big Mama
Big Mama, Big Mama (Yeah, pow, pow, tuh, pow-pow, yeah, yuh)
Big Mama, Big Mama
Big Mama (Yeah, yuh, pow-pow, yeah, yuh, pow, pow, yeah, yuh, pow-pow)
Yeah, I get wet when he call me Big Mama (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big Mama, Big Mama
Big Mama (Yeah, pow, pow, tuh, pow-pow, yeah, yuh)
Big Mama, Big Mama
Big Mama (Yeah, yuh, pow-pow, yeah, yuh, pow, pow, yeah, yuh, pow-pow)
Yeah, I get wet when he call me Big Mama (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
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