歌手:Latto
专辑:《Sugar Honey Iced Tea》

作曲 : Alyssa Stephens/Edward Maclin Cooper III/Ozan Yildirim/Duane Ewell/Edmond Harrison/Elliott Archer/Jeff Franzel
Uh, okay
You make it hard to talk about you
Like what I see, so I'm working my moves
You give me butterflies, you the one, **** them other guys
At the start, I told a couple lies
But after that, I swore, I really tried
Kept it real about my past **** and I hope you never thinking otherwise
Sometimes my mind takes me places, and I wonder why
Why the **** you got two phones? ****, what you doin' on that other line?
Shit better be some money talk, or some beef talk, or another vibe
I don't play about a side bitch, and you heard me say it 'bout a hunnid times
Let me try and keep it sexy for you, we could talk about that another time
Love your 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
Can you give me some good dick till I cum?
Then can you make me nut again? Where's your tongue?
Can I please get a pink Glock with a drum?
If you can go another round, then we ain't done
I'ma **** you till we see the sun
Drinkin' out the bottle till this shit is done
On some Andre Three K shit, man, where the **** 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
Yeah, yeah
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama
Bih' get wet when he call me Big—
Yuh, love when he call me Big Mama
Yeah, that get the coochie wet
Ho better stick to TikTokin'
Mean that without disrespect
I was a virgin 'fore I met you, baby, I don't have a ex
Thought I told you bitches, I pull up in twenty Cadillacs
Yuh, money long, cheetah thong, thick as hell, Georgia dome
Sharin' ****, sharin' clothes I don't know what y'all be on
Y'all go for shit, I'm with it, I'm up three hunnid a booking
Bitch, I don't play for the Nets, but I'm gon' shoot shit up 'bout Brooklyn
Everytime I'm cookin', he know I put my foot in it
Leave your bitch, get with a boss, she can't give you nothin' but pussy
Pretty boy can't take me home, Latto want a Al Capone
T-shirt with no panties on, **** him to my favorite song
Yeah
And don't
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, it's Big Mama, Big Mama
Bitch, I'm Big Mama, he call me Big Mama
He love his big mama
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama
Big Mama, Big Mama
I get wet when he call me Big Mama
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama
I get wet when he call me Big Mama
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