Hey Little Mama chords by Mistah F.A.B.

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Am 
I know you want a jerk
you can dig deep on
Thought you had him shook,
now look, he gone
Em 
And the only option left is me
Am 
You ain't neglecting me
Em 
Mobile to mobile,
chirp on the next tease,
Am 
punch your tight ass
But pretty hoes always got issues,
so the attitude and mood swings
make me not miss you
Em 
So  used to losing,
you don't know how to win
Am 
Em 
You was in a slump once,
now your ass hot again
Am 
Not again, lil' mama,
I ain't got advice for you
Let alone a couple dollars,
you a lil' tripe something
Em 
If I could, I'd fuckin' push
without second guessing
What it do, is your name be
Am 
the second question?
I'm Cash and I'm glad
Em 
to meet you seen me,
Am 
ask some people,
Em 
I had to greet you seen me fly,
Am 
god damn, jury dancing in the light
Em 
I'm from the two bed duplex,
dimension of the night, yeah
Am 
Hey lil' mama, do you got a man?
You can count with me,
we can roll to the end
Em 
We can get money, get dope, get in
You're so used to losing,
you don't know how to win
Am 
Hey lil' mama, do you got a man?
Em 
Am 
You can count with me,
Em 
Am 
we can roll to the end
Em 
We can get money, get dope, get in
You're so used to losing,
you don't know how to win
Am 
K -I -S -S -I -N -G -N
Em 
Cruisin' down the strip in
Am 
Em 
a whip European
Never seen a girl that look so right
Long hair, pretty eyes,
kiss this thang in sight
Am 
And she sittin' at the bar,
not enjoyin' the night
And I'm peepin' from afar,
but enjoyin' her life
Em 
As I ap  proach, she start smilin',
begin profilin'
Asked her where she from,
and she told me the islands
Am 
Told her my name,
and she told me the same
Em 
Am 
Told her bout an after -hours spot
that we could hang
Em 
Smiled when I came,
she was down for the
I'ma take her to Spain,
make her my main
Am 
Girl, you're so fine, you're just my kind
Girl, you're so tight,
you're just my type
Em 
From the look in her eye,
I know she wanna try it
Took her to the hot tubs, then to the Hyatt
Am 
Hey lil' mama, do you got a man?
You can go with me, we can roll to the end
Em 
We can get money,
get dough, get ends
You're so used to losing,
you don't know how to win
Am 
Hey lil' mama, do you got a man?
You can go with me,
Em 
Am 
we can roll to  the en  d
Em 
We could get money, get dope, get in
You're so used to losing,
Am 
you don't know how to win
I'm getting screwed and chopped
By a girl caught up in the world,
Em 
she lose a lot
She not used to winning,
Am 
she don't ever win
Em 
I'm a player like flies from
that Memphis ten
Am 
Never would depend, nigga, or defend
A punk bitch wanna break
her and her friend
Em 
Fuck rap, I push rocks, y 'all mean
On the real, I'm only here for the block,
like y 'all mean
Am 
Me and F   .A. beat up the pace
SL55 same color as my race
Em 
Am 
Em 
Same color as the stainless
Am 
4 .5 on my  waist
Remember strapping cakes
Em 
to me finna  fly to other states
Got hoes everywhere
Am 
but I can't make no mistakes
Em 
Grew up in the crack era
Am 
and no we didn't break
Em 
Am 
Em 
Got the eyes of a snake,
never blink, never cry
Am 
Em 
Know you love that kind of  God
But you act like you too fly for a nigga
Am 
Hey lil' mama, do you got a pen?
You know me and we can
Em 
Am 
roll to the end
Em 
We can get money, get dough, get in
Am 
Em 
You're so used to  losing,
you don't know how to win
Am 
Hey lil' mama, do you got a man?
You can go with me,
Em 
Am 
we can roll to the end
Em 
We can get money, get dough, get in
Am 
Em 
You're so used to  losing,
Am 
you don't know how to win
Em 
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