Corrección Letra Baby Mama Coochie (Remix) par Saweetie

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Hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

b*t*h, I'm not the G.O.A.T., I'm somethin' like Don Dada (Don Dada)
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada (Get nada)
Wanna f**k with me, know I'm crazy, see I'm freaky (I'm freaky)
See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me
Baby mama coochie, man, you b*t*hes is beneath me
Told him check his homie if a n***a needs to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don't got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey

Rich b*t*h, I don't need no advice (Yeah)
Two pretty double D's sitting at a high price (Woah)
Big hoops, lip gloss, baby got the real ice (Mwah)
Bad boy, good d**k, and he talkin' real nice (Uh)
I'm a gutta b*t*h, he adore all my features
Love a real n***a that can handle my diva
Balloon-shaped booty, make it shake like a seizure
You don't like broke n***as? I don't either (Haha)
White toes, Mykono-nos
AMG, four door, I'm everywhere these hoes don't go (Yeah)
Eat it up like DiGiorno (Mwah)
Play it back on the cell phone, lookin' like a porno (Yeah)
Baby mama coochie, I ain't even got a child
Put the pu**y on 'em, bet she make a n***a growl (Mhm)
Workin' with some bundles and I make a b*t*h smile (Yeah)
Gotta hide from Peter 'cause I'm wearing crocodile

What's next? He f**kin' 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 d**k too good, I'm the best
These n***as playin', but I'm really from the 'Wood
Yup, Inglewood, b*t*h, up to no good
You a shoulda-coulda, I'm a wish a b*t*h would
I'm a wish a b*t*h would
Ayy, ayy, I'm a wish a b*t*h would
My b*t*hes choo-choo, lil' engine that could
These b*t*hes suwoop, just like they should
n***a, what you gon' do? I'll pull up to yo' hood
Huh? Huh?
Yeah, and that's dolo, n***a, ayy
Put the money on the floor-floor, n***a, ayy
Who ain't really trained to go, lil' n***a? Ayy
I can make you touch your toes, lil' n***a
b*t*hes wanna play, well, set the camera up and pu**y play
No, it ain't no cuddle, take the muzzle off and give me face
If you can make me nut, then you stuck until you make me squirt
n***a, bring the bottle, I'm the model, now let's go to work
I ain't got no life, 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 n***as really beatin' down road, just need to let me know
'Cause I ain't sharing d**k unless she cute and got a lot of dough

Yeah, and I like to brag 'cause these hoes know I'm lit (Yeah)
Ain't the first n***a that I turned into a trick (Ooh)
Shot him in the eyes, he was lookin' at a b*t*h (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Gotta eye patch, huh, like slick Rick
Beat the pu**y up 'til a b*t*h got tears
Suck it while he driving, make a n***a switch gears
n***a finna steal this flow right here
Big bad wolf, blow you out of your career
Drape me up in Cartier, or the new Cavalli (Yeah, yeah)
f**k next, up now, can't nobody stop me (No, no)
You cannot compete, we do not compare (No)
Talk is really cheap, ain't a quarter I'll spare
Top of the food chain b*t*h, you can't compete with me (No, no, no)
Real bad b*t*h named Saweetie, you can't compete with her
Big ego, lil' money, you got a lot of nerve (Uh)
Real hood b*t*h, pull up, you at a loss for words (Yeah)
Baby mama coochie, yeah, this coochie is the best
Said the best coochie 'bout to make a n***a stress
Coochie bring you life, coochie is the vessel
pu**y bring you peace, if the diamonds come embezzled

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