Ya Mama Tho

I'm laid up wit ya mama
Hmm hey! They don't where I found her
Hmm, cool out I be smoking wit ya mama
Hmm no panty song, girl take it off
This what you want, real sexual

Hey! (Ay!)
Pull up in ya hood and park it
Sitting low in the seat
Draco and a chopper
And you know I'm down to pop it
Read it and weep
Like I'm on a pill, bout break it down gotta take her down
I ain't no hero I won't save you now
Won't save you now, won't save you now
You don't know how I are?
Running 'round telling everybody what you saw?
I got some candy for ya sons, money for ya daughter
I thought it was your wifey? You don't know what to call her
Now she telling me that "I don't have a heart"
Had to cut it out like a doctor
You can see the memories from lookin at the scar
I lay the pipe down while I'm boolin wit ya mama

(Ya mama!)

And now she wanna ride wit me 'cause he do it more proper
Hmm, don't want the problems I won't fight wit ya father
Hey, just cool out while I be smoking wit ya mama

(Ya mama, ya mama)

Hey

She write back quick, I know you like me
(Whew! Treesha)
He won't be like me, won't do it like me, you can't be wifey
(Whew! Treesha)
Real clean white teeth
Hey!
Real nice
Real clean white mink
Real ice
Real white diamonds
Real shine
And I got em for ya mama!

I'm coming off different you know
She kiss me like it's mistletoe
In my presence like christmas for sure
I'ma smoke on her piff then I go
Get her that heat in the cold (Weather)
She wanna be wit me (Forever)
I'ma bless you like christians and Moors
Dress you up in that Christian Dior

Hmm hey! They don't where I found her
Hmm, cool out I be smoking wit ya mama
Hmm no panty song, girl take it off
This what you want, real sexual

(Ya-y-ya mama)

And now she wanna ride wit me 'cause he do it more proper
Hmm, don't want the problems I won't fight wit ya father
Hey, just cool out while I be smoking wit ya mama

(Ya mama, ya mama)

Hey

(Whew! Treesha)



Credits
Writer(s): Rob Smalls, Ham Bome
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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