Okay JO
You want the truth
I ain't gon lie
Lil momma cool
Lil momma cool
She wanna kick it so I let her in my coup
She in my coup
Shorty a go she know exactly what to do
What to do
Like it's the rules
Like it's the rules
And oou
We hit the gas and go right up to the
Moon
Play some Brent cuz it get her in the mood
Talking bout you baby girl and only you
And that's the truth
That girl a ryder D3 Wayne so she got what it take
Till death till us part
Well at least that's what she say
Anna May the way she whip it
And her body she got cake
In my room she swinging from neck
Circus Olay
It's going down, it's time to prove it
She hear my song and shake her ass to my music
Will you want me when I'm sober, if the shoe fit
I take a shot she take a shot lil momma too lit
From Chicago so the drip a little different I can merch
Believe me when I say that you ain't never seen this purse
Dexters Lab the way she giving brain yea thats my lil nerd
Ain't no cryin in the club we leave that lame shit for the birds
You want the truth
I ain't gon lie
Lil momma cool
Lil momma cool
She wanna kick it so I let her in my coup
She in my coup
Shorty a go she know exactly what to do
What to do
Like it's the rules
Like it's the rules
And oou
We hit the gas and go right up to the
Moon
Play some Brent cuz it get her in the mood
Talking bout you baby girl and only you
And that's the truth
First time I met her
Never thought that I would miss your touch
Thought she was schemin
But I found my diamond in the rough
Ask why
You cry
Act shy
Can't say bye
Won't say bye
Cuz she the meanest
Touched one time
Now I be feanin
I turn her on every Saturday night like she was Kenan
She dont go against the gang, oh know that would be treason
And I love how she get fly no matter what the season
Walk into Louie after chiefin even though we reekin
Cop a bag, some shades, some shoes now we in the car freakin
Ain't no beefin, treat ya boy like you tryna go vegan
You want the truth
I ain't gon lie
Lil momma cool
Lil momma cool
She wanna kick it so I let her in my coup
She in my coup
Shorty a go she know exactly what to do
What to do
Like it's the rules
Like it's the rules
And oou
We hit the gas and go right up to the
Moon
Play some Brent cuz it get her in the mood
Talking bout you baby girl and only you
And that's the truth
I ain't gon lie
Lil momma cool
Lil momma cool
She wanna kick it so I let her in my coup
She in my coup
Shorty a go she know exactly what to do
What to do
Like it's the rules
Like it's the rules
And oou
We hit the gas and go right up to the
Moon
Play some Brent cuz it get her in the mood
Talking bout you baby girl and only you
And that's the truth
That girl a ryder D3 Wayne so she got what it take
Till death till us part
Well at least that's what she say
Anna May the way she whip it
And her body she got cake
In my room she swinging from neck
Circus Olay
It's going down, it's time to prove it
She hear my song and shake her ass to my music
Will you want me when I'm sober, if the shoe fit
I take a shot she take a shot lil momma too lit
From Chicago so the drip a little different I can merch
Believe me when I say that you ain't never seen this purse
Dexters Lab the way she giving brain yea thats my lil nerd
Ain't no cryin in the club we leave that lame shit for the birds
You want the truth
I ain't gon lie
Lil momma cool
Lil momma cool
She wanna kick it so I let her in my coup
She in my coup
Shorty a go she know exactly what to do
What to do
Like it's the rules
Like it's the rules
And oou
We hit the gas and go right up to the
Moon
Play some Brent cuz it get her in the mood
Talking bout you baby girl and only you
And that's the truth
First time I met her
Never thought that I would miss your touch
Thought she was schemin
But I found my diamond in the rough
Ask why
You cry
Act shy
Can't say bye
Won't say bye
Cuz she the meanest
Touched one time
Now I be feanin
I turn her on every Saturday night like she was Kenan
She dont go against the gang, oh know that would be treason
And I love how she get fly no matter what the season
Walk into Louie after chiefin even though we reekin
Cop a bag, some shades, some shoes now we in the car freakin
Ain't no beefin, treat ya boy like you tryna go vegan
You want the truth
I ain't gon lie
Lil momma cool
Lil momma cool
She wanna kick it so I let her in my coup
She in my coup
Shorty a go she know exactly what to do
What to do
Like it's the rules
Like it's the rules
And oou
We hit the gas and go right up to the
Moon
Play some Brent cuz it get her in the mood
Talking bout you baby girl and only you
And that's the truth
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Writer(s): John Oliver Iii
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