Mata Lyrics

Love was all I had

He from New York, I like gimme that mata

I was a bad bitch, he was a shota

I ain't no regular bitch

Told him to fuck with me, it's gon' cost ya

He ain't no regular trick

Ain't trickin' if you got it like that

He hang up and I'm callin' right back

Damn, baby, how you got me like that

Started on the counter now we on the sofa

He on demon, put a four in the soda

He fold me up like we doin' yoga

He feelin' good, he lucky I chose him

And he know how to fuck, I ain't even have to coach him

Ahh

He know how to fuck, I ain't even have to coach him

I eat that dick up just like hibachi

We 69, just like Tekashi

Dip is creamy, just like a Frosty

Sippin' in the morning, just like coffee

Sippin' in the morning, just like, uh

Sippin' in the morning, just like, you know

You should this pussy good

Try to leave me, I wish you would

You'll never find a bitch better

You'll never find a bitch wetter

Soak him, he need an umbrella

Make him sing to it, Coachella

I'm from the A, I'm like, gimme some head

If he act broke, I'ma leave him on read

He like, I got you, trickin' ain't dead

He tell me shut up and just lift up them legs

He talk to the pussy like his name Ted

That's a Ted Talk

Pussy in his face with my legs locked

I like, uh

I like it rough, put me in the headlock

This my dick forever, give my shit away

You a better not

Rich Nani

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh-huh

Gimme that mata, nigga

Gimme that mata, nigga

Gimme that, Gimme that