Letra
You know what they say 'bout them South girls
We a lil' different
Gotta lil' twang to it
<span begin="13.053" end="15.502">I love it when he call me "Big Momma"</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="15.548" end="16.298">(Momma)</span></span>
Whoa, no, they didn't see me comin'
Big attitude
<span begin="20.239" end="21.964">Yeah, they know that I'ma stunner</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="21.839" end="24.272">(Stunner, yeah, uh, huh)</span></span>
He dealin' wit' a bossy ass chick
Yeah, I'ma problem
Been that from the jump
Where you at?
You just caught on
<span begin="32.038" end="36.680">Gotta wish-a-bitch would, if-you-step-what-it-do type of attitude</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="36.499" end="37.518">(Attitude)</span></span>
Ooh, it's a mood
Hustle from the South
Bad lil' piece
Got a slick lil' mouth puttin' on for Tennessee
Cold when she walk
Coke bottle thick
<span begin="49.740" end="52.692">Talk that 'talk, 'bout that</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="52.251" end="53.168">('Bout that)</span></span>
Got a bad mama jamma
Yeah, she colder than a sneeze
Make a hot boy drop down
<span begin="58.276" end="1:00.500">Put 'em on his knees, yeah</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:01.350" end="1:06.087">(It's hotter than a bitch, it's hotter than bitch)</span></span>
I need a country ass ****
Who ain't only 'bout the streets
Got a trunk full of money
<span begin="1:11.192" end="1:13.533">And know how to handle me, yeah</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:14.614" end="1:19.784">(It's hotter than a bitch, it's hot up in this mother-)</span></span>
Drop down, pick it up like this
You can look
But you can't touch this
'Cause I'ma bad one
<span begin="1:29.147" end="1:31.280">Yeah, I'ma Big Momma</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:31.480" end="1:32.647">(Let 'em see you work)</span></span>
Bad bitches make a scene
Get into it, get into it
Show 'em you a queen
<span begin="1:38.703" end="1:41.778">'Cause you a Big Momma</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:44.828" end="1:46.164">(Let 'em see you work)</span></span>
Pipe down, hoe
She so cold, got you hot
You stressin' 'cause you not
Can't see you from the top
I be stirrin' up the pot, uh huh
I heard that I'm a lot, huh
Guess I hit the spot
Six-one-five
Sweet like apple pie
Spend it on me
Gimme all them collard greens, mm, yeah
Holla at me
I'ma the plug
Got the key to the city
I don't talk cap, man, I only talk Griddy
Classy like a lady, somethin' kind of crazy
Yeah, I put in work
Got 'em lurkin' on the daily
Make 'em hurt
Yeah, I'm turnt
If you mad, it's 'cause you scared
Don't do fake, I'm allergic
<span begin="2:24.437" end="2:26.245">Only gravy when I'm servin'</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:26.012" end="2:26.563">(Baddest)</span></span>
Hustle from the South
Bad lil' piece
Got a slick lil' mouth puttin' on for Tennessee
Cold when she walk
Coke bottle thick
<span begin="2:36.276" end="2:38.926">Talk that 'talk, 'bout that</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:38.890" end="2:39.924">('Bout that)</span></span>
About that shit
Coke bottle thick
Man, what you thought it was?
I'm in the barn
Wit' my cow girl boots and drugs
I'm like "Aye, what it do?"
Big Momma shit, yeah, I'm a big mood, aye
How you wan' take me to the room
But got an attitude 'cause I ain't send you no nudes?
Punk ass ****
Yeah, he like it when I talk that shit
Bad lil' piece
Ass be switchin' like the watch on my face
Diamonds on my teeth
When I speak, I got a money glow
You hoes on the losin' team
<span begin="3:04.691" end="3:06.627">I'm ballin', check the fuckin' score</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="3:06.064" end="3:07.115">(Loser)</span></span>
I ain't 'bout to show you no love
You ain't gon' get no likes or clout from me
I'm not one of those bitches
City Girls up, but I represent the Six
Pushin' P in Tennesse
My country accent is the shit
Country thing or country pussy
Ridin' on some country dick
Gotta bad mama jamma
Yeah, she colder than a sneeze
Make a hot boy drop down
<span begin="3:24.681" end="3:27.000">Put 'em on his knees, yeah</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="3:27.783" end="3:32.718">(It's hotter than a ****, it's hotter than bitch)</span></span>
I need a country ass ****
Who ain't only 'bout the streets
Got a trunk full of money
<span begin="3:37.732" end="3:40.607">And know how to handle me, yeah</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="3:41.274" end="3:46.325">(It's hotter than a bitch, it's hot up in this mother-)</span></span>
Drop down, pick it up like this
You can look
But you can't touch this
'Cause I'ma bad one
<span begin="3:54.637" end="3:58.040">Yeah, I'ma Big Momma</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="3:58.141" end="3:59.371">(Let 'em see you work)</span></span>
Bad bitches make a scene
Get into it, get into it
Show 'em you a queen
<span begin="4:05.523" end="4:08.307">'Cause you a Big Momma</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="4:11.477" end="4:12.995">(Let 'em see you work)</span></span>
Written by: Gangsta Boo, Hannah Monds Penzilla, Ronald Ferebee, Jr.

