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Chrome Heart Diaper Bag letra


Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama

I need a Chrome Heart diaper bag
I got these hoes all types of mad
I heard these bitches don't like me
Good 'cause I ain't nothin' like your ass
I been shittin' on hoes for so long, never got a diaper rash
He done put me in so much Chanel, fuck around and make Tyla mad
Today, I'm pullin' out the G-Wag'
Tonight, this nigga gettin' teabagged
First round, he'll be tappin' out, he'll be beggin' me for a rematch
Killin' hoes, this the repass (grr)
Widebody, not the E-Class (skrrt)
Chopsticks like Nobu, I like miso on my sea bass, yeah
They could get the same surgery
Still can't make another me
Drinkin' water, I got clear skin
I don't see these bitches gettin' underneath
Back when I had the boutique
Now my closet is the boutique
Needed more space for the Birkin
So I added four thousand more square feet

Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama (they screamin')
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama (they screamin')
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama (they screamin')
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama

I'm so fuckin' cold, I could put your GOAT in a choke, John Cena
Every time I hop out the shower, he gon' get behind it like the line leader
And he'll tell you I ain't lyin' either
We was hoppin' off the boat, paparazzi tryna catch us like a wide receiver
These bitches be in my home more than my cleaners
Hot-headed, got a hot fever
They thought I was losin', this the buzzer beater
I been steppin' on shit so long, I need another sneaker
And your ghostwriter need another reader
Since sixteen, I been the one to beat
This shit was a dream, now I can't stop smilin', BunnaB, ah
Hoppin' out, look like a team
I'm pullin' up in a C8
Them bitches ain't leavin' a dent
I don't give a fuck what they say
First, we had fucked on the bed (ah, ah, ah)
Then we had fucked on the floor
Knew I was gon' need a test soon as we landed back home
He was screamin'

Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama (they screamin')
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama (they screamin')
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama

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