LIL MAMA - Sausage lyrics
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'
