Letras
Lil mama said she wanna do the dash with me
Break some bread make money spend some bands on me
Lil mama extra spicy putting hands on me
I said dale lil mama do that dance for me
Lil mama said she wanna do the dash with me
Break bread make money spend some bands on me
Lil mama extra spicy putting hands on me
I said dale lil mama do that dance for me
Im makin em dance, im makin em move
She see what it is, what Duey goin do (what he do)
Way too smooth so she wanna talk, talk in my room (say less)
She matchin my groove (ouu)
She blowin my flute
Said I need a new tune
Cuz everythin that im hearin like two thousand and two (true)
Correctin their voices and goin for views
I sense they be lying, bout sticks and them tools (cap)
Man these haters is fools
Why they hidin round trauma consumed (facts)
Think they makin some moves, till they locked up and cooped
They forgot bout the rules
So the art form is dying, sick from the stool (eww)
In they mouth, they feedin ya too
With no message, that verifies truth (aint no truth)
Like they chillin on the time limits measured by moons
Wont see the light again, we choose what we choose (yup)
So every night im in my zone yah, spittin one twos
Now she dashin with me, goin fast in the coupe (skurrrt)
Lil mama said she wanna do the dash with me
Break bread make money spend some bands on me
Lil mama extra spicy putting hands on me
I said dale lil mama do the dance for me
Lil mama said she wanna do the dash with me
Break bread make money spend some bands on me
Lil mama extra spicy putting hands on me
I said dale lil mama do the dance for me
Mamas boy, im your mamas favourite toy
She don't hide me in her drawers
For these milfs I am a whore
Dirty thirties, getting super flirty
Little birdie, birdie
You gotta fly out the nest
Mamas worried you be turning forty