2rare - Truth or Rare

Lil Mama

If I was your man
You'd never worry 'bout
I'd be comin' home
Every night, doin' you right
(You're the type of woman) Oh, oh
(Fistful of diamonds) Oh, oh, oh
(Baby, you're a star) Oh, oh, oh
(I just wanna show you, you are)
(Got that beat from Jumbo)

Lil mama, let me love you, uh
Fuck you, uh, kiss you, uh, hug you, uh
I just wanna break your spine
I don't really like to cuddle
But us two, we go together, puzzles
I don't play no games bout mine (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)

Let me see you, throw it back like Thursdays
Make it jump, up and down like burpees
This shit hot, I think not, I dark roast you like coffee
Give me head, give me top, that's a bet just like Parlays
I see you watchin', I'ma show you like these TVs
I'm talkin' right now
I wanna fuck you in a backseat with the lights down

I gave you ADHD, aw, you hype now
Like I'm in the park, I'm tryna slide up in her
She does what I say like I'm Simon, she listen
Your body on my body, baby
I ain't Tyrese, I been in it waist deep
How you laid back but frontin'
I know that you want it
Lil mama, just let me hump

Lil mama, let me love you, uh
Fuck you, uh, kiss you, uh, hug you, uh
I just wanna break your spine
I don't really like to cuddle
But us two, we go together, puzzles
I don't play no games bout mine

Lil mama, let me love you, uh
Fuck you, uh, kiss you, uh, hug you, uh
I just wanna break your spine
I don't really like to cuddle
But us two, we go together, puzzles
I don't play no games bout mine (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)

Le-le let me
Let me love you, fuck you
Love you, fuck you
Love you, fuck you
Love you
Le-le let me love you
Le-le let me love you, fuck you
Love you, fuck you
Let me fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Let me fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Let me love you, fuck you, Love you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Let me love you, ah
Love you ah, love you ah, love you ah
Let me fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Let me love you, ah
Love you ah, love you ah, love you ah

If I was your man
You'd never worry 'bout
I'd be comin' home
Every night, doin' you right
(You're the type of woman) Oh, oh
(Fistful of diamonds) Oh, oh, oh
(Baby, you're a star) Oh, oh, oh
(I just wanna show you are, you should let me)
Fuck you

Credits
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Shaffer Smith, Kameron Houff, Naseem Rafeeq Young, Eric Dwight Meredith
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