Dada (Mama Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: GenesisTheGawd]
I'm that b*tch aight
These n*ggas ain't no sh*t aight
I got that little pus*y
That's gon make a n*gga risk his life
Come take a trip aight
This pus*y here will hit aight
If that n*gga do it like he suppose to
I will let him hit it twice

Come f*ck me right Dada
You know this sh*t tight Dada
You the type to give me what I want
That's what I like Dada
You know this sh*t gripping tight
You know I'm a different type
Tell that hoe
To leave it where she at
Cause she ain't do it right (Aye)

I'm miss just take your b*tch okay
I'm miss make a n*gga day
I'm that b*tch you call
When you got work
And you want to catch a play
Let that n*gga fill me up
And empty out his B.O.A
I know them b*tches hatе me
But them hoes
Know thеy can't never be me
He know to call me
These b*tches ain't got motion
pus*y be on oceans
This Tesla got me rolling
He know to call me
These b*tches ain't got motion
pus*y be on oceans
This Tesla got me rolling

[Verse 2: Gloss Up]
He say he might f*ck me right
I told him I need guarantees (I need that)
Gotta be prepared to sink and drown
Wanna pull on his weed
He got bread but I always wondering
I told him come and see (come here)
Baby I'm from Tennakey
I mean from Tennessee
He like them pretty petite
Been that before surgery (I been that)
Miss my sneaky leak
We ain't been sneaking
It's a emergency
He calling me mama
We don't got no kids together
He say he don't f*ck with you
He just said y'all live together

He know I'm the rawest (He know that)
I f*ck him the longest (The longest)
I make n*ggas fall for me (I do)
Think I was born in August
He know I'm the rawest (He know that)
I f*ck him the longest (The longest)
I make n*ggas fall for me (I do)
Think I was born in August
Like my n*gga chocolate with some money
Yo n*ggas not my type
He only got money on the gram
I don't believe the hype
b*tch you don't gotta like my post
I'd rather you hoes keep swiping
Right now he got his tongue in my ass
I told him keep swiping
(Just like that)
(Dada keep swiping)
(Credit card swipe that motherf*cker)


[Verse 3: DSTNI]
I'm the b*tch he gon love forever
I'mma make the n*gga my son (Mama)
She the type wanna be me
But I ain't na'am b*tch
One of one
He like
When you coming home mama?
Why you make that song mama?
You ain't answered in three days
Please pick up the phone mama
Nah I heard you got a b*tch
And I don't share my n*ggas (No)
Heard I got a n*gga
I probably do
And all my exes bitter
I'mma post my opp n*gga next
Since she wanna watch my twitter
I ain't gained no weight in a while
Them back shots getting me thicker (Woo)
Let's go through your phone Dada
Let's count up your hoes Dada
I just got him for his money
I ain't in the wrong Dada
He breastfed
My young n*gga give the best head
I be feeling bad sometimes
Cause all y'all getting mislead

Yeah, Yeah
He know I'm the realest
Got him in his feelings
Every time I pop out
All these n*ggas wanna drill it
He know I'm the realest
Got him in his feelings
Every time I pop out
All these n*ggas wanna kill it

She done beat her baby daddy up
Cause the baby calling me mama
b*tch should have went Plan B
Cause the baby calling me mama