Lil Momma - Skatterman & Snug Brim, Krizz Kaliko

Hey lil mama

What I gotta say, lil mama?

Why don’t you come right my way, lil mama?

Wanna play, wanna holla?

Hey lil mama, can’t stop stairing at you, lil mama

Tell me how I gotta move, lil mama

Just tell me what to do, lil mama

You lookin right with that miniskirt

How you lookin in Apple Bottoms will get you hurt

Let me speak to you, lady, don’t take this as a flirt

I like your body, good job, now give me the work

I know you like the attention

Wanna strole through my go right to my section

Blow blueberry, Cartier for the lenses

So hard, we movin

Lovin all this, so can I offer you an invitation to come over and

Just give it a lil twist

I know when both of us go home later on, I get the full strip

Look like a model or something

I see you 2 step

I see you shaking it, I see you doin that

If you throw me a sample, we just might make a date

How much I gotta spit, mommy, what I gotta say?

Hey lil mama

What I gotta say, lil mama?

Why don’t you come right my way, lil mama?

Wanna play, wanna holla?

Hey lil mama, can’t stop stairing at you, lil mama

Tell me how I gotta move, lil mama

Just tell me what to do, lil mama

5 11 with her toes out

got an ass that stretch her clothes out

In the club, got the out

All we need is some trees, and one hit is guaranteed to bring the hoes out

Dance for a pack, body moving like a cyclone

Pop a couple of these at your party till the night’s gone

Spill your drink and stumble on my Js, the fight’s on

We ain’t tryna leave till the owners turn the lights on

You can Soulja Boy, or you can Walk It Out

Just let me get with you, out

Bigger than your nigga, making more than your main squeez

An underground figure making noise in the mainstream

True Religion jeans, heavy in my rock

Came from the game, pushin Caine till the block’s sore

I’m Scatterman, and Snug Brim, you better know it

And if we try and holler, this is how we go about it

Hey lil mama

What I gotta say, lil mama?

Why don’t you come right my way, lil mama?

Wanna play, wanna holla?

Hey lil mama, can’t stop stairing at you, lil mama

Tell me how I gotta move, lil mama

Just tell me what to do, lil mama

Hey, sexy, I’m from KC Missouri, let me sit down

Go to the bar, buy you a drink or 2

Call it the double up

Tell you what I think of you

A couple shots of Patrone, now you feeling yourself

Now drop it to the floor, swing it right to left

She say she love me long time if I take her home

She must not know who she messing with, show me the thong

I’m off that Gray Goose, she off that Sprits

My baby bro rollin up that Purp in the swisher

Take lil mama down, and bomb her ass in a picture

If I don’t crush her, then Imma get at her sister

Bigshots in the club, stuntin on our campaine

Buying all the drinks, spilling Wiskey on my damb chain

If you luckey, you might end up in my passinger

So I hope you ain’t offended by me asking ya

Hey lil mama

What I gotta say, lil mama?

Why don’t you come right my way, lil mama?

Wanna play, wanna holla?

Hey lil mama, can’t stop stairing at you, lil mama

Tell me how I gotta move, lil mama

Just tell me what to do, lil mama