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Look Like My Mama (feat. Tyler, The Creator) (Explicit) - Az Chike/Tyler, The Creator
Lyrics by:Damaria Walker/Tyler Okonma/Curtis Jackson/Teraike Crawford/Phillip Pitts
Produced by:Tyler, The Creator
Yeah
One two three let's go
Bitch I look just like my mama
Tick-tick time to heat it up like a sauna
Your negro hit cha-cha lil' dance like La Bamba
Thumper might drop if I stomp in these Converse
Why are you mad lil' bitch?
Get some commas
Pitty-pat pockets lookin' celiac kitty fat
Ayy Chike bro let's bring the city back
Really that guy
Hmm
What he really on?
Shit for now call me Mr. Hundred Million goddamn
Bet a bitch get tired before I stop throwin' money
Bitch this thuggin' in my veins don't need it tatted on my stomach
Dawg call it pita bread big bag I mean hummus
Never stress about a bitch I re-up in three months
Then I take one step back and ten forward
I let niggas copy me copy that 10-4
Hoes sent send the text these hoes weak send more nigga
One two three let's go
Bitch I'm sorry snuck it in the party
Said you're getting guap niggas lyin' like safari
Hate when a bird ask questions like"What are we?"
Got me runnin' with that long stick in hand like Sha'Carri
Uh
P-noid I don't play 'round
Brodie said he'll swing and slide for me he a playground
Ayy ayy ayy
Bitch I'm too rich to use a Zelle or a PayPal
I stuff so many bitches in the Rolls shit a Greyhound
Hm
I dot my Is but I'll never cross my nigga T
Nigga
They just starin' 'cause they scared you know how niggas be
You hittin' send on a Tweet nigga hit the streets
I wake up and thank God for makin' me what I'm meant to be
I don't even play fair niggas know what's up
Catch a opp in the club might blow it up
I'm from the land where you from?
Nigga throw it up
One two three let's go
Ayy ayy
Baby I'm the keyboard killer tour seat filler
Mr. New Ting in the G4 with her
Big feet big league you's a D4 nigga
Me and Jasper the purple and gold floor sitter
Errybody sittin' front row ain't a fan
Errybody that you cool with ain't ya mans
Niggas jealous of me still shook my momma hand
Fuck all that business under ten toes I stand nigga
Bitch I smell like new money yeah sponsor shoe money
In her throat like Throat Coat tea bags and two honeys
Only do what niggas dream of or can't even imagine
Try to throw me off my pivot but the check say New Balance
Let me loose huh let me through
Hoppin' the fence to the top T came gave me a boost
Niggas book chunk the deuce I do movies you do spoofs
Consider this shit easy math the way I calculate my moves
One two three let's go
Ayy nigga CHROMAKOPIA I had my guard down
Crackers tried to say I only rap about my cars now
I'm the only one who left the block and turned the car 'round
And picked my niggas up sorry if I'm tryna bar out
Stop judgin' buddy loss if you don't show him ways of winnin'
Stop sayin'"Free the homie" if you know that nigga did it
Is it ballot or the bullet?
'Cause I'm votin' for the killin'
We gon' burn this bitch down put the fire to the ceilin' nigga uh
Bitch you know it's first Sunday like Katt Williams
Blow her back out then I hit while her back healin'
Catch 'em out back backdoor 'em then I'm back chillin'
Weak bitch peaked in high school can't get back that feelin' uh
Yeah that's right the wanna DAZN box me in
But I ain't going without a fight
Bitch the whip so white I had to let it read my rights
It be the niggas I'm better than sayin' they can't see the hype tough
One two three let's go
Ayy ayy my mama prayed for me but I still keep blammer
Yup
Your bitch is not bad you just have low standards
I'm him bow down nigga where is your manners?
Come on
When I walk in phone down I don't like cameras
Come on
If that big fella catch you I can't help you
I'm Santa got a big bag with a elf too
Two car keys seven Ms on the belt loop
And I skrrt off tires smell like I melt boot big feet
Big Chike bitch I got big dick
Your attitude don't match your pockets wait a minute big ick ugh
Been called the blitz she turned around hit stick ugh
Career on tick tick tick tick tick boom
I got way too much confidence for a bitch
I got way too much chip and dip on a hoe
I got way too much I can't keep it on the low hm
I got way too much huh I got way too much