Mamma Mia lyrics

[Intro]
n*ggas if you want to
I'ma come through
It's jane of the jungle
Guerillas with bananas
I'ma shoot you and your whole crew

[Verse 1]
I got feed the demon now
You know the prima-primadonna 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's 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 titty
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 twenty-three, ho
That pus*y moist, I toss them panties like a free throw
All eyes on me like they peepin' through the peephole
I'm MVP, these little b*tches want the cheat code
Uh, now I'm bleeding out ya speakers
Leave these n*ggas bleeding on the marble floor like Gina
I'ma 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, uh
Now I'm sipping on some peach fizz
Hit that MYX Moscato like I'm Nicki on a weekend
You n*ggas soft like some peach fuzz
Fuzzy like some pus*y hair, squishy like my D-cups
[Verse 2]
b*tch, come get ya n*gga
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 could f*ck them b*tches, I don't want him
I don't need him
Now that molly peaking, and that pus*y wet
I'm 'bout to f*ck him through the weekend
It's Ruger season, Sally dropping seashells
I'm on the seashore, waiting for some kilos
Ask for the money, now these n*ggas got amnesia
I pull the eagle out and hawk 'em like chihuahua
n*ggas' chihuahuas keep ya little dollars
I ain't with the rah-rah
Gangsta Senorita
I pull the AK out, I call her "Mamma Mia"
Spray these n*ggas out like some roaches on the freezer

[Verse 3]
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'll make you a believer