Baby Mama Coochie - Saweetie

Man, these hoes

Shoutout all my L.A., Inglewood bitches

Yea

Rich bitch, I don’t need no advice

Two pretty double D’s sitting at a high price

Big hoops, lip gloss, baby got the real ice

Bad boy, good dick, and he talkin' real nice

bitch, he adore all my features

Love a real nigga that can handle my fever

A lil shape booty, make it shake like a seizure

«You don’t like broke niggas?»

I don’t either!

White toes, make em know know

AMG, four doors, I where these hoes don’t go

Eat it up like DiGiorno

Play it back on the cell phone, lookin' like a porno

Baby mama coochie, I ain’t even got a child

Put the pussy on 'em, that shit make a nigga growl

, make a bitch smile

Gotta hid from Peter cause I’m wearing crocodile