A Bad Mamajama lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, n*gga, that's a bad motherf*ckin' mamma jamma right here
n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on
I'm the realest n*gga you done ever seen
With a [?], twenty six guns, twelve deep, b*tch
Slide
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Zoo life 'til I croak, n*gga
I seen
Uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Your b*tch is a skeezer, real n*gga pleaser
She tryna come and feel this California breezer
b*tch, you don't need me, hoe you need Jesus
Young ghetto diva, turned to a believer
Your b*tch is a skeezer, real n*gga pleaser
I could bet your b*tch gon' let me f*ck her if I teasе her
I done f*cked a hundrеd hoes, Keisha, Felisha, Anita, Tyesha, Jaleah, Amiya
Either way, I'm leavin', girl, I don't need a reason
Uh, see ya, I wouldn't wanna be you
Light 'em like a candle, I need more ammo
di*k game, John Cena, nickname Rambo (b*tch I'm Rambo)

[Interlude]
Nickname Rambo, on B
What? Nickname Rambo
Nickname Rambo, Nickname Rambo
Nickname Rambo, Nickname Rambo
[Chorus]
I'll f*ck around tweak in this b*tch, if she play then I'm leavin' the b*tch
Dead n*ggas, they reek in this b*tch, f*ck the net we ain't speakin' on sh*t
My girl so much as look at a n*gga, we done, ain't no keepin' the b*tch
Lil Chief hard as hell, I cannot believe that n*gga could sleep on the kid

[Verse 2]
Been in the A for way too long, got turned to an Atlanimal
I ain't never heard a song, don't ask if I'm a fan of you
Your girlfriend a cannibal, so I nicknamed her Hannibal
She hop in bananas, the lil' b*tch pus*y flammable
No lie, this beat fast as hell, I'm running out of stamina
She say DThang dogged her out, I told her he's an animal
I'm Super P, capital, n*gga, I'm going national
He the type to woof at you, I'm the type to blast at you
Uppercase, capital, I capital A top all you n*ggas
You know me, I'm capital B, not Brooklyn lil' b*tch I'm ballin' n*gga
Capital C, can't you tell, can't you see I'm a taller n*gga
D don't trip, don't fall a n*gga Z to the L is a mob of n*ggas
This hoe keep on tryin' to f*ck, I tell her to shut up, I'm makin' a Triller
Ten mil' make me 6'7, I feel like Skrilla
Telling my old b*tch let me right my wrongs, feel like Bryson Tiller
Since the opps won't come outside, tell they hoes I'ma come through killin'

[Chorus]
I'll f*ck around tweak in this b*tch, if she play then I'm leavin' the b*tch
Dead n*ggas, they reek in this b*tch, f*ck the net we ain't speakin' on sh*t
My girl so much as look at a n*gga, we done, ain't no keepin' the b*tch
Lil Chief hard as hell, I cannot believe that n*gga could sleep on the kid
I'll f*ck around tweak in this b*tch, if she play then I'm leavin' the b*tch
Dead n*ggas, they reek in this b*tch, f*ck the net we ain't speakin' on sh*t
My girl so much as look at a n*gga, we done, ain't no keepin' the b*tch
Lil Chief hard as hell, I cannot believe that n*gga could sleep on the kid