Mamma Miaa lyrics

n*ggas if you want to, Imma come through, it’s Jane of the Jungle, Gorillas with Bananas, Imma shoot you & your whole crew. I got to feed the demon now. You know the prima-prima donna, pack the heater got the armor. Yung Rapunxel, Kill you if you want to, if you n*ggas f*ck with me then you better duck from me. You a duck to me, n*ggas wanna cuck for me. I let it loose, these n*ggas life ain’t worth a buck to me. I got the noose these lil n*ggas on the run from me. Pack the deuce, i’ll hit these n*ggas with a buck fifty. I’m Mama Goose, these little b*tches little ducks to me, they telling stories like i’m not a legend up millions, they wanna suck pus*y, b*tches wanna suck tiddy, what the f*ck you want from me? He can’t fluster me, now he got a crush on me, i don’t stress n*ggas, n*ggas don’t impress me. I seen them checks coming in that Tarot Deck, b*tches! That Crystal Ball said ya n*gga wanna sex me, i’m sipping clicquot ball like i’m 23, hoe! That pus*y moist, i toss them panties like a free throw all eyes on me. Like they peepin’ thru the peep hole, i’m MVP these little b*tches want the cheat code. Now i’m bleeding out ya speakers, leave these n*ggas bleeding on the marble floor like Gina. Imma snatch a n*gga right up out his sneakers, send him to jehovah, yeah he bout to meet the reaper. Now ya mama with the Deacon, picking out ya plot. You in the Cemetery reeking - uhh now i’m sipping on some peach fizz, hit that myx moscato like i’m Nicki on a meeting. You n*ggas soft like some peach fuzz, fuzzy like some pus*y hair, squishy like my D-Cups. b*tch come get ya neega, I don’t wanna meet him, I don’t wanna feed him. I don’t feed n*ggas, i don’t really need him, he can f*ck them b*tches, i don’t want him, i don’t see him. Now that Molly peaking and that pus*y wet, i’m bout to f*ck him thru the weekend. It’s ruger season, Sally dropping seashells, i’m on the Seashore, waiting for some kilo’s, ask for the money now these n*ggas got amnesia. I pull out the Eagle and hawk ‘em like Chihuahua. n*ggas (Are) Chihuahuas, keep ya little dollas, i ain’t with the Rah-Rah, Gangsta Seniorita! I pull the AK out, i call her “Mamma Mia” i spray these n*ggas out just like some roaches on the freezer. You think you wifey, you a skeezer, f*cked ya n*gga raw, and then i kicked him out like Fifa. Them rhymes is gettin deeper, pretty like Melania, this pus*y on a Visa! I’m Mulan with the sword, leave a deep cut, n*ggas owe me cheese, i slice his face up like a pizza. Soy La Nińa, hit you with the Nina, MIRA LA PINTA OH, SANTA MARIA! I get spooky on the Altar, Santeria, turn ya into a ghost, i bet i make you a believer