Mamacita

Kamikaze to the party Blow that shit up as crip walk Big talk, yelling out feed me Like I'm Rick Ross Diamonds on my tick tock Time to take a big loss To your ego my free flow is lethal so take a fucking Zero, am backing up in beast mode Got more skills than this rap game shit I'm a act this shit, let's try a different accent Mamacita, can I meet ya Your a freak in the sheets But a boss in the week Mamacita nine pm, don't me to offend But shake your derrière and I'll bend that Knee you see, ass clapping got me back tracking No slacking cheeky little tip a tapping Up and down, listen to the sound Back it up like before and get back to the north Bubble but bass and bounce to the party Beautiful body calling you mommy Strip tease with these two things on my knees It's like there siamese Bitch please, man am on my knees So increase the speed cos we're going down deep To the darkest narsosistic we're we go with it So flow with it, get control of it Like a stick shift grab it slam it Then you gotta drift it Am bricking it with you in control But I get to sit back and just watch the show One cheek, two cheek, three cheque, four cheque Take my money cos am ready to invest Damn girl leave a man penniless Nonetheless you've got me saying Mamacita, can I meet ya Your a freak in the sheets But a boss in the week Mamacita nine pm, don't me to offend But shake your derrière and I'll bend that Knee you see, ass clapping got me back tracking No slacking cheeky little tip a tapping Up and down, listen to the sound Back it up like before and get back to the north By day she's a princess night she's a mistress Chains and shackles man you gotta respect The level of the level of intelligence It takes to be sex pest Push up on me cos miss I'm next Man a keep on on struggling You got me fucking stu stu stuttering Am losing control of the flow and fu fu fumbling This beats so humbling I'll keep of juggling These lyrics you'll never defeat it So might as well leave it alone Than come for my throne, I'll break some bones Bury your poem, leaving a stone that reads What am I saying, am talking to you When I've got this baby girl, giving a swirl Laced in pearls diamonds and curls Praying and begging Got me screaming and yelling Mamacita, can I meet ya Your a freak in the sheets But a boss in the week Mamacita nine pm, don't me to offend But shake your derrière and I'll bend that Knee you see, ass clapping got me back tracking No slacking cheeky little tip a tapping Up and down, listen to the sound Back it up like before and get back to the north Ha get it, North That cause am from the North-east Best in the streets, Lyrically I used to Mc Top raver, never changes, but it's not paving a Living thought a switch it Move to rap cause everyone's crap Thought a would takeover Carry these fuckers on my shoulder, like a boulder Hercules man am running these streets Lyrically am just better, so it's never getting better For your silly little letters that you mumble together It pathetic, that your even trying stop your lying Am racking up targets want to be one Come for the little man, you better be good shot