Текст песни 6IX9INE - MAMA

[Intro: 6ix9ine]UhMurda on the beat so it's not nice![Chorus: 6ix9ine]Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop itLittle thottie, got her rowdy, choosin' everybody[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fatShe got that wet wet, got me blowin' through this whole bag (Rack)She got B's, spend some cheese, now they double D'sThought I had to free, kick her out, my mama comin' home at threeHo thicker-thicker-thicker than a fuckin' SnickerDrug dealer, professional pot whipperIn the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr)I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers[Bridge: Kanye West]Man, oh my GodShe Instagram famous but she can't keep a job (Ooh)Man, oh my GodSwipe her 30-inch weave on her sugar daddy card (Ooh)Man, oh my GodHer doctor got her bustin' out her motherfuckin' bra (Mmm)Man, oh my GodShe Uber to a nigga with no car[Verse 2: Kanye West]Talkin' 'bout the relish, I do not embellishJacket got wings, True's got propellersGave all my old Margielas to my boy MarcellusPulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealousOh, Jesus Christ, I don't need adviceWild nigga life, tell 'em read my rights

Man it hot tonight, lucky I wore my ice15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (Huuh)[Refrain: Nicki Minaj]Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a dollThen I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ballBitch, this the dream team, magic as I recallWhole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]I was out in Spain rockin' a Medusa headI ain't never have to give a rap producer headIf I do, though, I'ma write a book like SupaheadThis ain't wonder that I'm makin', this that super breadSplish, splash, fuck him in a hurry, quick, fastStill a pink wig, thick ass, whiplashGot him cummin', cummin', Roger, over, dispatchSaid my box is the best, he met his matchI got all these bitches wantin' to be Barbie dollsBarbie Dreamhouse, pink and purple marble wallsPull-Pull up in that Barbie 'Rari, finna bury y'allShe threw dirt on my name, ended up at her own burial[Refrain: Nicki Minaj]Kanye dressed me up like a dollThen I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ballBitch, this the dream team, magic as I recallWhole squad on point, bunch of Chris PaulsKa-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a dollThen I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ballBitch, this the dream team, Fif' is on callWhole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)[Chorus: 6ix9ine]Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop itLittle thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody
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