Paroles:
Mag Mama

its a brand new payback Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag the nigga the sag the forty five mag

dont bring her round me cause Ima flirt [Bridge: Bow Wow] F-L-I-R-T Ay lil mama you know Ima F-L-I-R-T Ay lil mama you know Ima flirt [Chorus:]

a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4 But now I pull up in the truck with the crash board With the mag low, get you antyhing you ask for Sometimes

a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4 But now I pull up in the truck with the crash board With the mag low, get you antyhing you ask for Sometimes

of jewelry We had a high speed chase with Nassau County I was eight years old, my pops was drama They locked him and sent me home to mama [Chorus x2:

life in the cell, Got'cha boy on the run and if they catch me it's over, Rollin' in a Nova, Three-fifty packin' a forty-caliber Mag importer, Declarin

its a brand new payback Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag The nigga, the sag, the forty five mag

just want what you do No I don't like what ya tell me Cause I'm attracted to you You're so magnetic I tell ya You're you're mag magnetic ( So magnetic

, requirements Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they flying in These cowards couldn't clash our lion's den That forty-four mag