Mama Mia

Fly little senorita
Turnt up with my amigos
Saucing like little ceasers
Got em like mama mia

Look like I got a fever
Hold up lets take a breather

Saucing like little ceasers
Got em like mama mia

I got the chips and the guac
I'm dripping down in my socks
I'm not scared to be different
I think out the box
You know its my time
Put my face on the clock
Pass me the rock and you know I wont fumble it
Really be rapping these boys just be mumbling
I eat the beat when my stomach starts rumbling
I'm boiling hot like when water starts bubbling

They want my sauce want my queso
I gotta go get the pesos
I'm the queen do what I say so
I'm with the migos ain't talking Quevo

I'm popping I'm popping now homie
The broccoli looks like monopoly money
To see me you need some binoculars honey
They watching they watching their eyes be all on me like woah

Fly little senorita
Turnt up with my amigos
Saucing like little ceasers
Got em like mama mia

Look like I got a fever
Hold up lets take a breather

Saucing like little ceasers
Got em like mama mia

I got the chips and the salsa
Dripping cant turn off the faucet
Brooklyn, I do this so often
Shh, hater quit talking

I'm popping I'm popping now homie
The broccoli looks like monopoly money
To see me you need some binoculars honey
They watching they watching their eyes be all on me like woah

Still wearing ice when its cold out
All of my shows be sold out
Skating through the city like roll bounce
I'm wearing Gucci with the toes out

Uh, flow, hot and ready no little ceasers
Forgot I be spitting don't get amnesia
I get this sauce from my mamacita

Fly little senorita
Turnt up with my amigos
Saucing like little ceasers
Got em like mama mia

Look like I got a fever
Hold up lets take a breather

Saucing like little ceasers
Got em like mama mia



Credits
Writer(s): Benny Goran Bror Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus, Stig Erik Leopold Anderson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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