, just don't think so, she lookin' for a man to treat her right, you him, you you him? NO! I'm him, i-i'm him, haha haha, lil mama (Lil mama) listen
feelin' like Jesus when he was about to be crucified Please everyone if you don't help me then you could die Suicide is safety, but it's definite hell
lend me no cash Seventeen he threw me out, like the trash It's all gravy baby, I'm connected with the street my mama Ridgevan And daddy East and West,
on a low O-E, fired up like a battlecat Niggaz don't wanna take it there, with Lil' Boss I be fucking with B.D.'s, bitch I can get ya lost [Lil' B] I
] These is hard times we livin' in Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky Murder, the good die young The good definitely die young This is a lil'
but you never whine gotta ask the cash come with bags you should see your eyes that's why i suprise about you stacks to ease your worried mind cuz when im gone lil mama
Lil mama I got ones on deck Shawty got money to spend Come over, over I'm gon brake you off Lil mama I know what you need So mama come over over I'm
magazine but can't nobody get her but me Uh oh there she go [x3] Can't nobody get her but me Say lil mama lemme holler cuz im feelin dirty Gotta
, need someone to rely on I want you to know when you need a friend I'm definitely a friend you can depend on You can depend on me Like my name was Smokey [Lil
it dirty south Shawty, lock them grown me, n goose, patron, gin let let me go on in Sexy morning ca catch me drawers in Na na no not never ever witness lil mama
home When I hit the block, watch 'em scatter like roaches So don't be fake, 'cause I know what a ho is Handle my business, no playin' 'cause I'm focused You the definition
:] You know we like; phatties with size, 'lil cutie pies With the nightstands walk and bodies that talk Make niggaz dig deep until they barrel the game And pull out somethin' that'll definitely
her but me Uh oh, there she go, uh oh, there she go, uh oh, there she go Can't nobody get her but me Say lil mama, lemme holler 'coz I'm feelin' dirty
them boys sign me to the 'Scope, right? [Chorus] [J. Cole verse 2:] I phone home to the real they wanna' know just how it feel Who woulda thought a lil
I discover that soon as I talk to my brutha that I dont (that I don't it I don't want it), cause I can see lil mama looking so good, as long as I can
