Baby Mama Coochie (Remix) Lyrics – Saweetie
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
***, I’m not the goat, I’m some’ like don dada
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada
Wanna *** with me, know I’m crazy, see I’m freaky
See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me
Baby mama coochie, man, you *** is beneath me
Told him text his homie if the *** need to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don’t got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey
Rich ***, I don’t need no advice
Two pretty double D’s sitting at a *** price
Big hoops, lip gloss, baby got the real ice
Bad boy, good ***, and he talkin’ real nice
I got a ***, he adore all my features
Love a real *** that can handle my fever
Balloon shape booty, make it shake like a seizure
“You don’t like broke niggas?” I don’t either! (Hahaha)
White toes, make em know know
AMG, four doors, I make waves where these hoes don’t go (Yeah)
Eat it up like DiGiorno (Muah)
Play it back on the cell phone, lookin’ like a ***
Baby mama coochie, I ain’t even got a child
Put the *** on ’em, that *** make a *** growl
Workin’ with some bundles and I make a *** smile
Gotta hide from Peter cause I’m wearing crocodile
What’s next? He ***’ up a check on my body, what’s next?
He stick it in, then he had me throwing up his set
He say I suck *** too good, I’m the best
These niggas playin’, but I’m really from the ‘Wood
Yup, Inglewood, ***, up to no good
You a shoulda-coulda, I’m a wish a *** would (I’m a wish a *** would)
Ayy, ayy, I’m a wish a *** would
My *** choo-choo, lil’ engine that could
These *** suwoop just like they should
***, what you gon’ do? I’ll pull up to yo’ hood
Huh? Huh?
Yeah, and that’s dolo, ***, ayy
Put the money on the floor-floor, ***, ayy
Who ain’t really trained to go, lil’ ***? Ayy
I can make you touch ya toes, lil’ ***
*** wanna play, well, set the camera up and *** play
No, it ain’t no cuddle, take the muzzle off and gimmie face
If you can make me nut then you stuck until you make me squirt
***, bring the bottle, I’m the model, now let’s go to work
I ain’t got no ass, but it ain’t sad ’cause I’m a freaky ho
And if it’s ’bout a bag, I can fake it ’til my pockets full
And niggas really beatin’ down roaches need to let me know
‘Cause I ain’t sharing *** unless she cute or got a lot of dough
***, I’m not the goat, I’m some’ like don dada
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada
Wanna *** with me, know I’m crazy, see I’m freaky
See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me
Baby mama coochie, man, you *** is beneath me
Told him text his homie if the *** need to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don’t got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey
***, I’m not the goat, I’m some’ like don dada
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada
Wanna *** with me, know I’m crazy, see I’m freaky
See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me
Baby mama coochie, man, you *** is beneath me
Told him text his homie if the *** need to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don’t got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey
