BAHAMA MAMA Lyrics

She think I'm dumb but my diamonds go dumber

Don't gat time bout racks like obama

She live in the B she a bahama mama

She like to argue she all bout that drama

She want the prada but she giving trauma

She pointing fingers she know she the problem

She a baddie that still ain't no good

Stress goin' up to the roof

She say that she Christian well hop in your book

She never satisfied she never happy right bro like what more can I do?

I gatta leave her I'm sticking with Jesus like girl I ain't stressin' bout you no more

Did you catch that?

5 months stuck where the stress at

Know that I'm blessed yeah

Chosen by the King I'm blessed yeah

Gave you my best yeah

Wasn't enough so you went to the next yeah

Baby girl like hell cats

Only in it for check she reckless

She wanna E-N-D me

I'm all about G-O-D

She all about S-H-E

So she gatta be without me

Like where's my BSB at Lord?

Where the BSB's at?

Where the BSB's at?

I'm tryna T up where the TNB at?

Flax covered can't E-N-D that

And I ain't even finished ain't see all of me yet

I do what he say when he talk that's a bet

And shawty be living a lie for the net

I'm walking around with that remedy, God in me curing my dawgs bro I feel a vet

Horoscope talking and city girl walking she struttin' with a jezebel fit

I ain't sayin I'm perfect but I'm still a Holyboy can't even associate with it

Man I done told her for certain she still gat a purpose she ain't gatta live how she living

Always wanna put on a show for the gram the glitz and the glam she wanna take a flick

That Bahama Mama

You could miss me with that drama

That Bahama Mama yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah that Bahama Mama