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mama (remix) - rob49 & skilla baby lyrics

[intro: rob49]
(haha, zai, can you turn it up a little bit?)
uh, yeah

[verse 1: rob49 & glorilla]
b*tch, go cop a brick of ice ’cause we young and turnt off betty white (yeah)
girl, that n*gga ain’t turnt up like he ‘posed, 49 gon’ treat you right (yeah)
i might buy you ice, mama (alright)
hope that p*ssy tight, mama (alright, woo, glorilla)
this love at first sight, mama (alright, on the gang, gang)
you the type i like, mama (yeah)

[verse 2: glorilla]
come get you a gang member, bae, we young and turnt and havin’ motion
that lil’ ho a small fry, ain’t on sh*t, i’m baked potato loaded (p*ssy)
ooh, give me d*ck, dada
them back shots get me thick, dada (thick)
i’m a motherf*ckin’ gold digger, but if i l like you, i’m the trick, dada (on god)
woo, i change n*ggas like a diaper, baby, i can’t go for sh*t, huh (huh)
but i can’t lie, it’s cеrtain n*ggas that i don’t make stand on sh*t, ooh (period)
give mе brain, dada
don’t call me by my name, dada
might go buy you that draco and let you put it in my name, dada (uh)
yeah, eat it right, aight, give backhand if he bite, aight
he said leo’s never think they wrong, you might be right, aight (get ’em down)
if that boy don’t do the job right, go f*ck with his friend (that’s them)
how you want smoke behind a n*gga i’m gon’ f*ck again? (huh)
he know i’m the coldest, he know i’m the coldest (haha)
they know what the f*ck goin’ on
frrt, frrt, woo
[verse 3: rob49]
if your ho ain’t darkskin and petite, n*gga, she is not my kind
we out here passin’ hoes to the gang, when you treatin’ his ho like wifey (phew)
now he say he want smoke ’bout the ho, i told him, “k!ll somethin’ ’bout it” (yeah)
she keep askin’ me how her n*gga know (b*tch), b*tch, i ain’t tell n0body (come here)
woo, f*ck me right, alright? (yeah)
stab that p*ssy, knife, alright? (yeah)
baby, you my kryptonite (yeah)
i won’t give you d*ck tonight (yeah)
told you, i’m all in, baby, i’m all in (baby, i’m all in)
yeah, i hear you’re stalkin’ (yeah), i’m givin’ you good d*ck, phew (givin’ you good d*ck)
titties in my hand (yeah), alright
got b*tches shakin’ ass (yeah), alright
i know his twin died, alright
i know he miss his mans, n*gga (his mans, n*gga)
i been countin’ blues all day, make a n*gga’ hands cramp, phew (yeah)
i just gave my ho a ten piece, i am not one of them, yeah (not one of them)

[chorus: sk!lla baby & rob49]
you know you the coldest, you know you the coldest (you the coldest)
you know you the coldest, bae, you know you the coldest (you in this ho)
you know you the coldest (you the coldest), you know you the coldest (huh)
you put that sh*t on, bae, i like when that sh*t on you (you the coldest)
you know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest), you know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest)
you know you the coldest (alright, you the coldest), bae, you know you the coldest (ha)
i know you like chanel (alright), bae, let me put chanel on you (alright, you the coldest)
i know you like rose gold (alright), bae, let me put rose gold on you (yeah, alright, huh)
[verse 4: sk!lla baby]
you know i’m not thin, when i pull up, i’m comin’ trim, alright? (alright)
five hundred sl!cks, look like a thigh pad on my hip, alright? (alright)
your old n*gga a shrimp, bae, let me take you on a trip, alright? (yeah)
all my b*tches pretty, rich, and thick, don’t think your b*tch my type (huh, alright)
yeah, i heard you got a man, but it’s alright, mama (alright)
let’s go to the mall, i’m ’bout to buy you what you like, mama, huh (huh)
you would f*ck your rose before these n*ggas, you my type, mama (mama)
you do that sh*t right, mama, you deserve some ice, mama (mama)
when you take them clothes off, i get nervous, let me buy you purses
f*ck me with your eyes, you keep playin’, you doin’ that on purpose (ha)

- rob49 skilla baby lyrics

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