Baby Mama Coochie (remix) Lyrics – Bbyafricka
Singer: Bbyafricka
Title: Baby Mama Coochie (remix)
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
b#tch, I’m not the goat, I’m some’ like don dada
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada
Wanna f#ck with me, know I’m crazy, see I’m freaky
See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me
Baby mama coochie, man, you b#tches is beneath me
Told him text his homie if the n#gg# need to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don’t got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey
Rich b#tch, 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
I got a b#tch, he adore all my features
Love a real n#gg# that can handle my fever
Balloon shape booty, make it shake like a seizure
“You don’t like broke n#gg#s?” I don’t either! (Hahaha)
White toes, make em know know
AMG, four doors, I make waves where these hoes don’t go (Yeah)
Eat it up like DiGiorno (Muah)
Play it back on the cell phone, lookin’ like a p#rno
Baby mama coochie, I ain’t even got a child
Put the p#ss# on ’em, that sh#t make a n#gg# growl
Workin’ with some bundles and I make a b#tch smile
Gotta hide from Peter cause I’m wearing crocodile
What’s next? He f#ckin’ up a check on my body, what’s next?
He stick it in, then he had me throwing up his set
He say I suck dick too good, I’m the best
These n#gg#s playin’, but I’m really from the ‘Wood
Yup, Inglewood, b#tch, up to no good
You a shoulda-coulda, I’m a wish a b#tch would (I’m a wish a b#tch would)
Ayy, ayy, I’m a wish a b#tch would
My b#tches choo-choo, lil’ engine that could
These b#tches suwoop just like they should
n#gg#, what you gon’ do? I’ll pull up to yo’ hood
Huh? Huh?
Yeah, and that’s dolo, n#gg#, ayy
Put the money on the floor-floor, n#gg#, ayy
Who ain’t really trained to go, lil’ n#gg#? Ayy
I can make you touch ya toes, lil’ n#gg#
b#tches wanna play, well, set the camera up and p#ss# play
No, it ain’t no cuddle, take the muzzle off and gimmie face
If you can make me nut then you stuck until you make me squirt
n#gg#, bring the bottle, I’m the model, now let’s go to work
I ain’t got no ass, but it ain’t sad ’cause I’m a freaky ho
And if it’s ’bout a bag, I can fake it ’til my pockets full
And n#gg#s really beatin’ down roaches need to let me know
‘Cause I ain’t sharing dick unless she cute or got a lot of dough
b#tch, I’m not the goat, I’m some’ like don dada
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada
Wanna f#ck with me, know I’m crazy, see I’m freaky
See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me
Baby mama coochie, man, you b#tches is beneath me
Told him text his homie if the n#gg# need to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don’t got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey
b#tch, I’m not the goat, I’m some’ like don dada
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada
Wanna f#ck with me, know I’m crazy, see I’m freaky
See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me
Baby mama coochie, man, you b#tches is beneath me
Told him text his homie if the n#gg# need to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don’t got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey
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