LIL MAMA

LIL MAMA - Sausage

rate me

(Verse)

Eggs bacon grilled SAUSAGE, you betta use a condom if you're takin' it

All these broke niggas that be on my &*() need to hop off

Look, Mama's in the kitchen, yup, you damn right

CUz I got the grills and they're fetted with the ice

I just checked the mail, my sister goin' to Yale

And she prolly got a number, she don't kiss and tell

Rockin' Robin, jeans in my walk-is-me

Young Queen, when I step on the scene, I whip cream!

Cash rules everything around me, CREAM, money money

'Told her how to whip it, now she remix it fo' low'

You! Get off my style, you don't know me and you don't know my pals

I pow pow like a comic, comic, Doctor Robot, look like sonic

Ill with the flow and it only gets betta

Save yo breath if it ain't about cheddar

It's funny how I act chow years ago

Whacha know about me and ya still don't know?

(Hook)

Yo, eggs bacon grilled SAUSAGE

You betta use a condom if you're takin' it

All these broke niggas that be on my &*() need to hop off

MY SAUSAGE! My sau-sau-sau-sau-sau-sau-SAU-SAU-SAU! SAUSAGE

My sau-sau-sau-sau-sau-sau-SAU-SAU-SAU-SAU-SAU-SAU! SAUSAGE

Eggs bacon grilled SAUSAGE

(Verse 2)

We eatin' that Oscar Meyer bid

I don't eat pork so 'As-salamu alaykum'

Turkey bacon, breakfast in the making

Off the rip, I wine like I'm Jamaican

My milkshake bring the boys to the basement

Backyards grillin', feel like a vacation

My whole style straight 'wow', no patience

Check out my hair, Peruvian Malaysian

I cut it off in the summer when it's blazin'

I cut you off if you fake and you hatin'

No, they can't take all this money I'm makin'

But call me Betty Crock, I go cuz I'm caking

Booty shaking from The left to the right

Think yo belt too tight so my back is aching

'To the left, to the right'

Tell me what's shacking before I bring the breaking

'Monday, a friend of mine, Tuesday, we played a game'

'Wednesday, you went away, Thursday' you were so thirsty

'On Friday, you came back I wanted to kiss you on Saturday'

But that ain't how I give it up, so what are you gonna do?

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

Weee 'Look at the flicka da wrist!'

Weee 'Look at the flicka da' weee

Weee 'Look at the flicka da' bitch!

Mami get cereals! 'Look at the flicka da wrist'

Look at these hips! Look at the way that they switch

Look at the way that I flip

Look at the pit, look how I'm stackin' these chips

Just look at what I got on, I am too slick

Look at the beat that I'm on

Look at the way that they hate!

Look at the grates, look at me look at LeBron

I said in case ya ain't known, now ya know, it's gold

Chomps on my arm like my pops got the gold

I lean on the mic like a smooth criminal

On the cover of Vogue, now all me covered is gold

Oh oh, Miserahi, oh oh, Miserahi

Oh oh, Miserahi, on the cover of Vogue, now all me covered is gold

'All in, all in (all in), all in, all in (ALL. IN.)'

'All in, all in (all in)' We wasn't invited, but we ALL. IN.

Any block, melee rock, I melee rock on any block

Any block, melee rock, I melee rock on any block

We wasn't invited, but we ALL.

'If you see me walking down the streets and I start to cry'

'Each time we meet, walk on by, walk on by'

'Foolish pride, that's all that I have left, so'

'Let me hide the pain and the hurt that you gave me'

'When you said goodbye'

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