Текст песни Hey Ma!

"Hey Ma!"
(feat. Bun B)

Mmmh
Ain't this some shh
Here's another one
Here's another one yup

[Chorus: x2]
Hey ma what's up you right I'm right
Throwback too tight tonight sho night shotgun we ride
P-O P-I-M-P-I-N

[Verse 1:]
Fire up a swisher sweet hop off in my jeep got my throwback on
On the celly phone I done bump this chick named vanessa got it goin on
I'm a wax that ass give her one map then send her home
Headed to the mo she got my knee's knockin pulled over by the park
Now my jeeps rockin oh... nananana mmm... lalalala
Momma's bad with it ass is so pretty let me hit it from the back
While she talks dirty fellas let me hit that then walk early
Ladies got a women but don't worry she got me gettin at her
Baby's feelin betta relax her mind with the ismm then I'm spittin at her
What's mine is mine what's yours is mine the flow is blind I see you
Not just us now who you trust

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Well let me pull up to your earpiece and sprinkle some game
You ought to be tired of dealin with the same old same time for you
To roll with a G and get rid of your lame we some grown ass people
Ain't no need to be ashamed
Bun b is the name king of the trill is my label don't you worry bout a thang
Cause I'm willin and able
Not to mention lock loaded and cocked ready to rock so close the curtains
Turn the lights off and unplug the clock
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You don't need nobody else so let me lock you down
Not with handcuffs baby but with real talk cut a corner with me
Let me show you how the trill walk
You can tell that I'm the king by how I move through the city
And I can make it a queen and move through it with me
I can tell that your ready I can see that your down
So hop your ass off in the caddy girl let's light up the town

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
You lookin badder then ever tighter than prada gucci suede leather
Drop the top in this wheather
Bend the block with a glock and a dime on my side
Pretty [? ] and fendi plus I gotta have a lot of that henny
With the paper to fold
Spreewells spin while the h-s-e roll
Now tell me a-k you cold
Plus ladies love the way that we flow
Wanna sit and get blowed
At the front stairway of a luxury condo
Come out of her clothes
In her bedroom with the springs up and rockin
When I handle my function
Bounce back on the e-way what's poppin
Put the clip in the glock in roll to the westside call up my chopper
But the head was too proper got to the point where I really couldn't
Stop her 25 with thick thighs
And she likes to ball with pimp than rich guys
And she rides by word and I got her locked like dro and good herb
She wanna splurge? next week up on the same old thang
Kickin the same cold game
Let her know that she dealin with the same old lame
I got paper to check plus the number one rule is
M-o-b-p-o-p-I-m-p from d-o-d holla

[Chorus x3]