Big Mama ft. Binnladyn Balla Lyrics

Big Poppa

Loving on him is a big honor

Use to get money then dip on him

Now I'm in love, it's a bit harder

Yeah, yeah

Kiss on him

I bent over like Ms. Parker

I bent it over, he's a bit harder

I got him calling me big mama

Yeah, yeah

Big momma

Let him eat the box then I dip on him

How 'bout it's so wet it might drip on him

Love a jail bird nigga wit a grip on him

If his calls ain't collect, he can get gone

Come and get all this work, bitch it's stepped on

Only shoot off a perc, he ain't headstrong

I stand over the opps, I'm ten feet tall

Imma empty the clip, total recall

Grraaa, grraaa, keep dumping

Irritate me, I'll shoot you for nothing

Back it out, Imma up it in public

Red beam on your bitch now she running, Gumping

But I bet I ain't up it for nothing

Body bag in the forest or something

You'll get found by explorers or something

By a bitch named Dora or something

Wait, I'm on yo block

Bitches ain't outside, but on the gram, be on the block

Bitches bang for clout, but wonder why they ass got got

Bitches run they mouth all in the booth, it's finna flop

Wait, wait, Wait

It's 3 o' clock

Bitches won't dare to try me, before they start, it'll be stopped

Bitches still wanna fight me, don't fuck around and get shot

Bitches don't even like me, I'll humbly sit at the top

Big Poppa

I love when he carry a big choppa

Up it on a bitch, make her sing opera

I'll die for this shit, got the stigmata

Don't try me, this shit could end trauma

When he shoot, he aim for your amygdala

That bitch gon' disappear like I said abracadabra like "Poof"

Got the city on my back like masseuse

Got ya nigga on my back like masseur

She diss on binnladyn, these bombs drop to her

He sell E pills down by the C store

I got my own bag, I don't need yours

He buy me everything that I want, oh my

Oh my, that's why I don't see whores

Flow like covid whenever I cough

I get nachos, it come with cheese sauce

Ball on these bitches like professional league sports

They sneak diss, but I never just let these hoes sneak off

Dissing? Leave a fuck nigga slump with his misses

Stick a rich nigga up for his riches

Heard he like Gucci, get robbed out his britches

Big glock and it come with extensions

Bitch scared in the face, got her flenching

I don't fuck with these bitches, I know they intentions

These bitches my sons, not to mention

Bitch talk shit, get shot in ya dentures

You bitches gon' need a new dentist

Bitch talk shit, get shot in ya dentures

You bitches gon' need a new dentist

Big Poppa

Loving on him is a big honor

I use to get money then dip on him

Now I'm in love, it's a bit harder

Yeah, yeah

Kiss on him

I bent it over like Ms. Parker

I bent it over, he's a bit harder

I got him calling me big mama

Yeah, yeah