Rugrat Nie - Go Mama Lyrics

(Back to back)
(Back, back to back, back to back)
(Back to back, back)
(Back to back, back, back)
When you say my name, tell 'em I'm the rawest (Yes, yes)
When I say ya name, tell 'em that you gorgeous (Yes, please)
I be bussin' bad, I can't feel my knees (God, damn)
You want soul inside, back and knees, back (Knees)
Back to back, I be smoking good kush, you ain't liking that
We are, how it feel to f*ck with an artist? You done scored
She say, "Ruggy, please calm down, you gon' leave me sore," (No, mama)
(Woah, mama), you tryn' push me down to the floor, mama
I'm tryn' buss you down in a chain like a slave, mama
I'm tryn' tatt' yo' face on my stomach, you a f*cking model
(Go, mama), back laid down, put ya knees up
(Glow, mama), I been hunting for yo' love like a bounty hunter (What?)
I been shooting for yo' love like I'm Zay Osama
We just want some f*cking commas (Woah, mama)
I heard from my own mind, you better on yo' f*cking stomach (God, damn)
Give me nasty top, baby, you be going ham
Give you sloppy top, baby, yes, the f*ck I am
Say I'm raw as hell and I say, "yes, the f*ck I am"
How the f*ck is you' gon' act when I breathe in yo' air?
Now, lean back just a li' bit (Back to back)
(Back, back to back), now, lean back just a li' bit
(Back to back), now, lean back just a li' bit
(Back to back, back) Now, lean back and come do a trick
(Hey), when I'm f*cking shorD, she be like, "oh, my God"
She making money, I make music, we some shooting stars (Okay)
Now, lean with it, rock with it baby
I call her Pretty Coochie, 'cause that shit be bussin' baby
Yeah, that's my bust it baby
Yeah, that's my Nia Long, I think I need you baby
And I don't want you in a thong, I want to see you naked (Say my name)
And I know we gon' fuss and fight, but I won't never change
Baby, won't you say my name?
When you say my name, tell 'em I'm the rawest (Yes, yes)
When I say ya name, tell 'em that you gorgeous (Yes, please)
I be bussin' bad, I can't feel my knees (God, damn)
You want soul inside, back and knees, back (Knees)
Back to back, I be smoking good kush, you ain't liking that
We are, how it feel to f*ck with an artist? You done scored
She say, "Ruggy, please calm down, you gon' leave me sore," (No, mama)
(Woah, mama), you tryn' push me down to the floor, mama
I'm tryn' buss you down in a chain like a slave, mama
I'm tryn' tatt' yo' face on my stomach, you a f*cking model
(Go, mama), back laid down, put ya knees up
(Glow, mama), I been hunting for yo' love like a bounty hunter (What?)
I been shooting for yo' love like I'm Zay Osama
We just want some f*cking commas (Woah, mama)
I heard from my own mind, you better on yo' f*cking stomach (God, damn)
Give me nasty top, baby, you be going ham
Give you sloppy top, baby, yes, the f*ck I am
Say I'm raw as hell and I say, "yes, the f*ck I am"
How the f*ck is you' gon' act when I breathe in yo' air?
Now, lean back just a li' bit (Back to back)
(Back, back to back), now, lean back just a li' bit
(Back to back), now, lean back just a li' bit
(Back to back, back) Now, lean back and come do a trick
(Back to back)
(Back, back to back, back to back)
(Back to back, back)
(Back to back, back, back)
This album really for my bitch, I'ma make a hit everytime