Big Mama Lyrics Latto
[Part I]
Uh, okay (Tuh)
You make it hard to talk about you (Uh)
Like when I see someone workin’ my mood
You give me butterflies, you don’t wanna *** them other guys
At the start I told a couple lies, but after that I swear I really tried
Cuttin’ real about my past niggas and I hope you never thinkin’ otherwise
Sometimes my mind takes me places and I wonder why
Why the *** you got two phones? ***, what you doin’ on that other line?
***, better be some money talk ’cause some beef talk go another vibe
I don’t play about a side *** and you heard me say about a hunnid times
Let me try and keep it *** for you, we can talk about that another time
Lay your ass in the worst way, let you hit it on the first date
What you gon’ do for Big Mama for real
What do I get for my birthday?
What do I get for my birthday?
What do I get for my birthday?
What do I get for my birthday?
You gotta put in some work today
Can you please do the most for me ’cause I’m sprung? (Sprung for you)
Can you give me some good *** ’til I ***? (*** for you)
Then can you make me nut again, where’s your tongue? (Want for you)
Can I please get a pink Glock with a drum? (Pow, pow, pow)
If you can go another round then we ain’t done
I’ma *** you ’til we see the sun
Drinkin’ out the bottle until this *** is done
On some Andre 3K ***, man, where the *** are my *** at?
‘Cause I ain’t wearin’ none, I ain’t wearin’ none, I ain’t wearin’ none, I ain’t wearin’ none
[Part II]
Yeah, yeah
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama
Gettin’ wet when he call me Big- (Yeah)
Love when he call me Big Mama, yeah, that get the coochie wet
*** better skip the TikToking, mean that with all disrespect
I was a virgin before I met you, baby, I don’t have an ex
Thought I told you ***, I pull up in twenty Cadillacs, yeah (Skrrr)
Money long, cheetah ***, thick as hell, Georgia Don
Sharin’ niggas, sharin’ clothes, I don’t know what y’all be on
Y’all go for *** I wouldn’t, I’m ’bout three hunnid to book it
***, I don’t play for the Knicks, but I’m gon’ shoot *** up, I book it (On God, brr)
Every time I’m cookin’ (Cookin’), he know I put my foot in (Foot in)
Leave y’all *** with a ball, she can’t get none but *** (Aw)
Pretty boy can’t take me home, Latto want an Al Capone
T-shirt with no *** on, *** him to my favorite song, ah
Yeah (Big Mama, tuh), and don’t, yeah (Big Mama, yeah)
*** get (Big Mama, Big Mama, pow, pow, pow, pow)
***, I’m Big Mama (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
He call me Big Mama (Pow)
He loves his Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama (Yeah, pow, pow, tuh, pow-pow, yeah, yuh)
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama (Yeah, yuh, pow-pow, yeah, yuh, pow, pow, yeah, yuh, pow-pow)
Yeah, I get wet when he call me Big Mama (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama (Yeah, pow, pow, tuh, pow-pow, yeah, yuh)
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama (Yeah, yuh, pow-pow, yeah, yuh, pow, pow, yeah, yuh, pow-pow)
Yeah, I get wet when he call me Big Mama (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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