Little Mama chords by Casual

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B
Gaug
D#m
D#
D

Verse 1
Em 
Hey homeboy, have you heard?
B 
Little mama bout to cop
Gaug 
B 
me a drop T -Bird
Em 
If  that drop T -Bird don't swing,
B 
little mama bout to trade
us like for a Mustang
D#m 
B 
I'm in a 289, 6 '4 and a half
Gaug 
with an enrich me in dime
B 
Who like to blow in the bath
and when she speak,
Em 
it's on J. Owens behalf
Gaug 
You ain't knowin'? Nah, they ain't
B 
Em 
So now, when I eat,
B 
I place an order for Sarah
She got a nice little office
out in Puerto Madero
Em 
Her man the real estate broke
B 
and he ride her to Roca
Chicken tandoori with a side of samosa
D#m 
B 
Watch your back cause your nacho
crackin' for some nachos
She told me where you got your sack
D# 
B 
Chips an d cheese,
my dog's got tics and fleas
D 
Em 
Be your knees on Christmas Eve
B 
Give a fuck what a bitch believe
Bring some weed,
roll a spliff and leave
Em 
And I'm in Starbucks sippin'
B 
Carmel Macchiato
We never spend Asiago
D#m 
on a Versace model
B 
Selassie I know
No matter what it cost me,
my eyes stay glossy
Hit the set real bossy
D# 
Like you're coming in,
B 
give me your number then
And if you come again,
bring another friend
Em 
I   fuck around with niggas
B 
who shut em down
Chop up and cut it down,
rock up and sold them town
Em 
Shit, and they just tryna
B 
get they paper nigga
So I'm shot from the garden
to the staples
While I'm eating burnt bacon
and hominy grits
Thinking to myself, damn,
little mama be lit
Know this ain't no comedy skit
B 
Ain't accepting no apologies, nigga
Em 
Catching blood, stank wallabies
Till you're like, follow me
B 
To where the dollars be
Bring home bread
Em 
and make my folks proud of me
That's how it gotta be
B 
That's how it gotta be, boy
Em 
B 
Hey homeboy, have you heard?
Em 
Lil' mama bout to copy a drop T -Bird
B 
If that drop T -Bird don't swing
Em 
Lil' mama tradein' it in for a Mustang
B 
If that Mustang just don't get it
Lil' mama get some new
Em 
shit with her, good credit
If Lil' mama can't come
B 
up with it
I'm kickin' in yo' throat,
takin' all yo' shit
Hey, you know that one chick
B 
that you seen me on
Baby girl could blow like Celine Dion
But she can't hold a note,
B 
she roll my dope
Sometimes she slide through
in just her overcoat
D 
Em 
I ain't trickin' cause baby bad,
B 
she like it raw
Mediterranean mama eatin' baklava
Em 
She ready to lock jaw,
B 
I'm like, stop the car
Two -way luffé and be
Em 
like, drop me off
B 
Straight to the villa,
roll up a eighth of the Rilla
Niggas see my blunt and say,
you cakin' a killer
They can tell by the smell
B 
that I'm makin' the Skrilla
While y niggas gettin' credit,
D 
sack shakin' the Dilla
Em 
I'm in the club where the cubs at,
drinkin' tequila
B 
While you bitched up, crissed up,
sippin' the cup
Em 
Nigga, we drank from the bottle
B 
Party full of gangstas and models
Em 
B 
and wild old hoes who hold Rolos
Em 
B 
Em 
B 
Em 
B 
B 
You