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Nueve Lio - MAMA JAMMA lyrics

Artist: Nueve Lio

album: 4 THE MEANTIME


Oh my God! Is that Based 9Side?
Aye
Yeah I seen yo' ass around 'Ion say nun'
You be comin' out the spot with your homegirls but I know you think they ain't no fun
You feel stuck in the city let me take you to a spot where we both know no one
And when I get you in position just don't run
You don't ever have to worry 'bout no low funds
Lemme know summ'
I know a lil' 'bout you, lemme say
That you a bad mama jamma
Dad from Atlanta
Momma from LA
I could tell by your grammer
And Imma slide in a Beamer but you wanna ride a Phantom
Sometimes I be thinking you be more than I can handle
Come n' fuck with a kid
I reside in the Riv
And Imma take you 'round the world, come and see the way I live
Take control with my lips
I'm grabbing on yo' hips
And if you was a drug, swear to God I'd never quit
Three-three-six-nine
Damn shordy fine
Hoping she gon' throw it on me one mo' time
Yeah-yeah I keep a ruler if he steppin' outta line
And baby have yo' fun, if you drinkin', Imma drive
But I ain't tryna have no kids 'bout until I'm 29
But you ain't never got a bag, hating how I'm getting mine
And Imma try and run it back if we runnin' outta time
I know you tripping how you tryna find out about (what it is?)
I said I believe in God, so don't ask me 'bout my sign
Know it's pressure I'm applying up until the day I die
'Ion see no point of living if I see no you and I
And you are not the type to fumble, if I do I did a crime
How you scared about my presence? I ain't even in my prime
Everybody else is tap, but I'm made of alkaline
And anytime I ain't beside you I be feelin' terrified
Cuz I can't get over you
'Cuz you a bad mama jamma
Dad from Atlanta
Momma from LA
I could tell by your grammer
And Imma slide in a Beamer but you wanna ride a Phantom
Sometimes I be thinking you be more than I can handle
Come n' fuck with a kid
I reside in the Riv
And Imma take you 'round the world, come and see the way I live
Take control with my lips
I'm grabbing on yo' hips
And if you was a drug, swear to God I'd never quit
Yeah you make it hard to quit, you like a oxy
But she get me so excited like a X pill (X pill)
I put it on, it's Margiela on my body
But I'm the same one, steppin' on they necks still
And I'm the same one, Imma keep the West real (West real)
They said they doing it like me I don't believe that shit
They was hating on me then, then they flipped that script
How that hating working out? Boy you must be sick
Most he ever flexed was five hunnid all dubs
Spent that on some kicks and then I wore 'em to the club
If you real then I know that you gon' feel this
If you real then you getting to that bread, no crumbs
It seems like if you real, then you either end up dead or in that bunk
But Imma keep it real, I ain't doing no favors
Smoking all kinds of gas, all strains, all flavors
Yeah I really do it big, feel like Lio, All Major
Yeah I seen yo' ass around 'Ion say nun'
You be comin' out the spot with your homegirls but I know you think they ain't no fun
You feel stuck in the city let me take you to a spot where we both know no one
And when I get you in position just don't run
You don't ever have to worry 'bout no low funds
Lemme know summ'
I know a lil' 'bout you, lemme say
That you a bad mama jamma
Dad from Atlanta
Momma from LA
I could tell by your grammer
And Imma slide in a Beamer but you wanna ride a Phantom
Sometimes I be thinking you be more than I can handle
Come n' fuck with a kid
I reside in the Riv
And Imma take you 'round the world, come and see the way I live
Take control with my lips
I'm grabbing on yo' hips
And if you was a drug, swear to God I'd never quit

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