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6ix9ine - "MAMA" (feat. Nicki Minaj, Kanye West)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
6ix9ine
6ix9ine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Lyrics
Rasool diaz
Rasool diaz
Composer
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Composer
Andrew Green
Andrew Green
Songwriter
Dexter Mills
Dexter Mills
Composer
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Lyrics
Daniel Hernandez
Daniel Hernandez
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sool Got Hits
Sool Got Hits
Co-Producer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
TrifeDrew
TrifeDrew
Executive Producer
Wizard Lee
Wizard Lee
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Uh Murda on the beat so it's not nice! Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot) Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat She got that wet wet, got me blowing through this whole bag (bag) She got B's, spend some cheese, now they double D's Thought I had to free, kick her out, my mama coming home at three Ho thicker-thicker-thicker than a fuckin' Snicker Drug dealer, professional pot whipper In the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr) I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers Man, oh my God She Instagram famous but she can't keep a job (Ooh) Man, oh my God Swipe her 30-inch weave on her sugar daddy card (Ooh) Man, oh my God Her doctor got her busting out her motherfuckin' bra (Mmm) Man, oh my God She Uber to a nigga with no car Talking about the relish, I do not embellish Jacket got wings, True's got propellers Gave all my old Margielas to my boy Marcellas Pulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealous Oh, Jesus Christ, I don't need advice Wild nigga life, tell 'em read my rights Man it hot tonight, look out with my ice 15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (man) Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll Then I hit 6iine, tell him give me the ball Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls) I was out in Spain rockin' a Medusa head I ain't never have to give a rap producer head If I do though, I'ma write a book like Supahead This ain't wonder that I'm making, this that super bread Splish, splash, fuck him in a hurry, quick, fast Still a pink wig, thick ass, whiplash Got him cummin', cummin', Roger, over, dispatch Said my box is the best, he met his match I got all these bitches wantin' to be Barbie dolls Barbie dreamhouse, pink and purple marble walls Pull-Pull up in that Barbie 'Rari, finna bury y'all She threw dirt on my name, ended up at her own burial Kanye dressed me up like a doll Then I hit 6iine, tell him give me the ball Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll Then I hit 6iine, tell him give me the ball Bitch, this the dream team, Fif' is on call Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls) Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot) Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody
Writer(s): Andrew Green, Daniel Hernandez, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Rasool Ricardo Diaz, Onika Tanya Maraj, Kanye Omari West Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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