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Lil Mama( Niatia Jessica Kirkland )
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Make It Hot
Lyricist:James Chambers, M Hunter, N Kirkland
I, I came to put it down Straight from New York to the A-Town Haters wanna see me down I ain't even put, put, put it down
But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh And if I skip 'em or chip 'em they gon' be like, no 'Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' 'cause they already know This real music I make it hot
It's Lil Mama, Voice Of The Young People Mouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed, whoa I'm about that fetty, about that that dough, about that flow After me that's as far as it goes
'Cause Lil Mama got whips and chains The only time you see butts is at a Tampa, Milwaukee game Been G'd up since Hope was slain So you doubt me, you doubt ya brain
Must, must be insane to ever thinkin' that A chick like B could ever ever see a chick like me, that's crazy And if you ever thought that it might be Then you betta step ya J O B up baby
Been crazy since I was a baby Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy Let the whole world know I gets crazy With the music I make it hot
I, I came to put it down Straight from New York to the A-Town Haters wanna see me down I ain't even put, put, put it down
But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh And if I skip 'em or chip 'em they gon' be like, no Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 'Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' 'cause they already know This real music I make it hot
Hot, hot, my lyrics be poppin' Oh, how I could just spit it so sloppy? The way that I be rockin' they probably think I'm cocky But they don't know about me, I grab it 'til I lock it down
They pointin' fingers and chose me 'cause I'm a hold it down I'm spittin' records and bet this you can't control it now They spinnin' records and notice that I'ma hold it down This real music I make it pop
Pop, pop dough school, pro tool Get in the booth and I'ma show you how a pro do Me to you whom, not even I could stand up when I Why try look, my eyes don't lie
I don't see nobody close as I I been lookin' through my peripheral vision And I start to wonder hypnoses is I Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I
I, I came to put it down Straight from New York to the A-Town Haters wanna see me down I ain't even put, put, put it down
But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh And if I skip 'em or chip 'em they gon' be like, no 'Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' 'cause they already know This real music I make it hot
It's Lil Mama, Voice Of The Young People This real music I make it hot It's Lil Mama
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