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MAMA (feat. Nicki Minaj, Kanye West)
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Credits

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

[Intro]
Murda on the beat, so it's not nice!
[Chorus]
Tiki-Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make 'em 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, thottarati, choosing everybody
[Verse 1]
Splish-splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat
She got that wet-wet, got me blowing through this whole bag (Bag)
She got Bs, spend some cheese, now they double Ds
Thought I had the 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 (Brrr)
I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers
[Bridge]
Man, oh, my God!
She Instagram-famous, but she can't keep a job, ooh!
Man, oh, my God!
Swipe her thirty 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 **** with no car
[Verse 2]
Talking about the relish, I do not embellish
Jacket got wings, True's got propellers
Gave all my old Margielas to my boy Marcellus
Pulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealous
Oh, Jesus Christ! I don't need advice
Wild **** life, tell 'em read my rights
Man, it hot tonight, look, I wore my ice
Fitting in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (Man!)
[Refrain]
Kanye dressed me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, 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)
[Verse 3]
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 up in that Barbie 'Rari, finna bury y'all
She threw dirt on my name, ended up at her own burial
[Refrain]
Kanye dressed me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the Dream Team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls
Kanye dressed me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, 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)
[Chorus]
Tiki-Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make 'em 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, thottarati, choosing everybody
Written by: Andrew Green, Daniel Hernandez, Dexter Mills, Kanye West, Onika Maraj, Rasool diaz, Shane Lindstrom
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