BahamaMama Lyrics

Eight in the morning I wake up and put that shit on, then I go grab my bahama mama

All of my bitches come with a fat ass, But they don't say to much them hoes dont do no drama

I told luh shawty I fuck wit yb, Why this bitch think I'm cheating I aint talm bout iyanna

I just stuffed a blunt to the head, geeked up like I'm dead

Went n dread my head like a rasta

Yea, I was dead broke but I slick got rich

Fuck around put some white gold on my wrist

They be sippin on wock, and I don't do trish

If yo ass push up, you gone get dismissed

(Gang)

He end up leavin with stains (say what?)

Was dissing, we heard all the names

Dont speak on no rumors, I just take the pain

Walk thru wit that gas, yea I smell like propane

Eight in the morning I wake up and put that shit on, then I go grab my bahama mama

All of my bitches come wit a fat ass, But they don't say to much them hoes dont do no drama

I told luh shawty I fuck wit yb, Why this bitch think I'm cheatin I aint talm bout iyanna

I just stuffed a blunt to the head, geeked up like I'm dead

Went n dread my head like a rasta

I'm geeked up, I'm geeked up, I'm geeked just watch my move

Bitch imma freak, need fun sex, So bring yo friend along to

Bitch I'm puffin cali runtz, the highest in the room

She said "I wanna hold you down", bitch what you tryna do (the fuck)

Pop out on em, chuck them nuts

Get jiggy like d groove (chuck, get jiggy)

He spent his check up on that bitch, son what you tryna prove (that boy a simp)

I walk n talk n pop my shit, step in designer shoes

He mad she fuckin me, she knows whatsup I'm slidin thru

Eight in the morning I wake up and put that shit on, then I go grab my bahama mama

All of my bitches come with a fat ass, But they don't say to much them hoes dont do no drama

I told luh shawty I fuck wit yb, Why this bitch think I'm cheatin I ain talm bout iyanna

I just stuffed a blunt to the head, geeked up like I'm dead

Went n dread my head like a rasta