เนื้อเพลง Baby Mama Coochie - Saweetie

Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

B*tch, I'm not the goat, I'm some' like don dada
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada
Wanna f*ck with me, know I'm crazy, see I'm freaky
See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me
Baby Mama Coochie, man, you b*tches is beneath me
Told him text his homie if the n*gga need to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don't got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey

What's next? He f*ckin' up a check on my body, what's next?
He stick it in, then he had me throwing up his set
He say I s*ck d*ck too good, I'm the best
These n*ggas playin', but I'm really from the 'Wood
Yup, Inglewood, b*tch, up to no good
You a shoulda-coulda, I'm a wish a b*tch would (I'm a wish a b*tch would)
Ayy, ayy, I'm a wish a b*tch would
My b*tches choo-choo, lil' engine that could
These b*tches suwoop just like they should
N*gga, what you gon' do? I'll pull up to yo' hood
Huh? Huh?
Yeah, and that's dolo, n*gga, ayy
Put the money on the floor-floor, n*gga, ayy
Who ain't really trained to go, lil' n*gga? Ayy
I can make you touch ya toes, lil' n*gga
B*tches wanna play, well, set the camera up and p*ssy play
No, it ain't no cuddle, take the muzzle off and gimmie face
If you can make me nut then you stuck until you make me squirt
N*gga, bring the bottle, I'm the model, now let's go to work
I ain't got no ass, but it ain't sad 'cause I'm a freaky ho
And if it's 'bout a bag, I can fake it 'til my pockets full
And n*ggas really beatin' down roaches need to let me know
'Cause I ain't sharing d*ck unless she cute or got a lot of dough (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Baby mama coochie, I ain't even got a baby
Told me she a ho and I told her to do it a safely
And he wanna f*ck a blood, the lil' n*gga gotta pay me
I'm a nasty b*tch, I told a n*gga put it in my face
What's next? I told the p*ssy n*gga cut the check on the set
I made that n*gga tat it on his neck
I'm the best, a freaky bum could never make me upset
SBA check got a b*tch talkin' out her neck

B*tch, I been a boss, I been yo' mama, been that b*tch
I got my own n*gga, ho, I don't want yo' d*ck
That sh*t don't hit like a muthaf*ckin' truck
Told my n*gga, "Wanna f*ck, baby, put it in my b*tt"
What's next? He wanna f*ck me in private jets
What's next? He wanna buy me and my b*tches Birkin bags
I want a new body, can you pop that tag?
Drippin' all CC, b*tch, I'm in my bag
She can't sit down unless she got a fat ass
I don't f*ck with b*tches 'cause these hoes don't last
Bundle girls locked in, yeah, we on the map
It's no cap in my rap, sis, sit back before I spaz
Ho safely or don't ho at all
Ho safely or don't ho at all
Ayy, ho safely or don't ho at all
Me and my b*tches in the mall and we came to ball

B*tch, I'm not the goat, I'm some' like don dada
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada
Wanna f*ck with me, know I'm crazy, see I'm freaky
See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me
Baby mama coochie, man, you b*tches is beneath me
Told him text his homie if the n*gga need to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don't got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey