lil'mama!

Known for the sweet tooth, shawty’s parfait,

Desserts as the main course, lick my whole plate.

Shawty knows the blueprint on how to own estate,

And supportive lil mama, lemme take you on a date.

Now she wanna say that I’m just way too smooth,

Brand new fit with the same old shoes.

She saying it ain’t the money, it’s the way I move,

Lil mama, lemme show you one-two.

Get you in a five-star hotel today,

Get your nails done, love to see those knotless braids.

And get ready by 10, it’s that time to meet,

We finna party with the boys, so calm down, freak.

So when the party done, you can be all on me,

Counting down the minutes ‘till you finna grip those sheets.

Screaming out the Lord’s name is a sin to me,

But keep a thousand on me for your spending spree.

Oh baby, let me love tonight,

I got a feeling that I can’t get you out my mind.

Oh baby, let me treat you right,

I got a feeling that you love when I hold you tight.

Lil mama, let me love you right,

I got a feeling that I can’t get you out my mind.

Oh mama, let me treat you right,

I got a new feeling it’s our time tonight.

Verse 3:

I’m sorry Miss Jackson, your daughter for real,

If you feel like I’m bandit, well, I’ma steal her for real.

Got a bunch of videos that’s not safe for work and photos,

Hopping out of town, livin' large, screaming YOLO.

But you probably got connects with the CIA,

But I promise we’ll be back in a week, no need for BOLO’s.

She’s a homebody, always wanna stay in bed,

Had to take her to a party but the party never finished.

So I’m sorry Miss Jackson, no, I am for real,

I said I’d bring her back but I didn’t for real.

But you can hear it in her voice that she’s safe with me still,

We lost track of time when a connection was built.

So lil mama, would you tell me am I invited to the cookout?

Tell me if her brothers really be on the lookout,

Or did that lil stunt make things tense and didn’t pan out?

Should we keep this lowkey till this mess dies down?