RAB - Mamacita lyrics
Intro Pimp Monologue: [Flaire] You see a pimp gotta do what a pimp gotta do I ain't forcing no hoe But if she wanna get pimped, then pimping I gotta do my pimping I can't help it I'm old, I'm flossing, I'm shining Its cuz of these hoes man They got me out here looking pretty Glistening, pinky ringing, mink coats All that A pimp gunna do what a pimp gunna do First Verse: Hanz I move like John Travolta [dance with me] You remind me of Mia Wallace [alright] The way you do them lines, then get twisted up You do it for the commas In return I give you Kama Sutra Got my anaconda so medusa Cook me Aunt Jemima like you my momma Then I dip out, I can't stay cooped up In a motel room, weekends at Mohegan Baby show me what medulla do All that sinning that you do Go ahead and put it to good use This ain't love, just fake ‘til you make it She wanna grace a couple covers, (ha) take ya time mama Hook: Hanz You gon shake it 'til we all get lost Side to side, every night, lemme break you off Gotta go, you a pro, baby come with me Here's my keys, here's my soul, you my fantasy yeah Real fur over real love You got that drip drip a n***a been feenin' We gone rock the boat, then I let you go You could run from me But I can pimp you from a mile away Second Verse: Hanz Baby prove ya loyalty Spread ya legs for some royalties That bosom gon' pay lawyer fees Pay that rent while you on your knees Do-si-do round a missile toe I know that a** came with two left feet I know you heard me say ven aqui Lemme see you walk like its fashion week I was pinky ringing since the teething ring Jawbone started dripping gold First taste of that Cuban Link, make me wanna flip that sh** a hunnit fold Facial features featured front page, still surrounded by some centerfolds My mink be up in the rafters, and boy I hope you that you taking notes Come kiss that ring ‘til you cotton mouth Holy water couldn't wash it out You a dry tongue, that mean no rain But a camel toe will supply some And I don't wanna pimp, I just wanna love But love ain't sh** if they don't love you back So, I take your chick, and I then hit it, lick it Then she take a pic, and then I give her back The back of me is mink My collar sterling, her dollar earning Is her per diem, she work the corner If she got cold I buy her Patagonia I pat her back if she bring back a hunnit She got potential I ain't even frontin Some Jimmy Choo's and a little guidance She'll be on her way to flying frequent mileage Hook: Hanz You gon shake it 'til we all get lost Side to side, every night, lemme break you off Gotta go, you a pro, baby come with me Here's my keys, here's my soul, you my fantasy yeah Real fur over real love You got that drip drip a n***a been feenin' We gone rock the boat, then I let you go You could run from me But I can pimp you from a mile away