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Uh, okay (tuh)

You make it hard to talk about you (uh)

Like what I see, so I'm workin' my move

You give me butterflies, you the one, f*ck 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*ck you got two phones? Nigga, 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 b***h 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 d**k 'til I cum? (Cum for you)

Then can you make me nut again, where's your tongue?

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*ck you 'til we see the sun

Drinkin' out the bottle 'til this s**t is done

On some Andre 3K shit, man, where the f*ck 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

Bettin' it wet when he call me Big-, yeah (COUPE)

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 bitches, I pull up in 20 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 s**t I wouldn't, I'm up 300 a booking

Bitch, I don't play for the Nets, but I'm gon' shoot s**t up 'bout Brooklyn (on God, brrt)

Every time I'm cookin' (cookin'), he know I put my foot in (foot in)

Leave yo' bitch, get wit' a boss, she can't give you nothin' but p***y (aww)

Pretty boy can't take me home, Latto want an Al Capone

T-shirt with no panties on, f*ck him to my favorite song, ah

Yeah (Big Mama, tuh)

And don't, yeah (Big Mama, yeah)

Bitches get (Big Mama, Big Mama, pow, pow, pow, pow)

Bitch, I'm Big Mama (pow, pow, pow, pow)

He call me Big Mama (pow)

He loves his Big Mama

Big Mama, Big Mama

Big Mama, Big Mama

Big Mama

Yeah, I get wet when he call me Big Mama (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Big Mama, Big Mama

Big Mama, Big Mama

Big Mama, Big Mama

Yeah, I get wet when he call me Big Mama

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