Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did She a pretty young thing and ain't got no kids She be like, "Slow down daddy ya that ain't too big" And you know I'll beat it

You are appreciated Don't you know I love you? Although my shadow's gone I will never leave you (Dear mama) Oh mama, I appreciate you

And I want you to know Spinning out of control Mama don't come looking for me That I'm a lion man I'm the hired band I'm a trying man That I'm a a lion man Riding off to the sun On a horse with blazing guns

To me, to me Sooner or later it all comes around Hopefully then I will see After the people and places are gone You will come back, you will come back to me You will come back to me Woman help me, you turn my head in circles Mama blessed me with magnet

Yes I'm your blessing ma Mama I know I know Sometimes I act crazy but I'm still your baby The projects made me like this you can't blame me Mama I'm still your baby but the streets corrupt me I'm sorry I fell in love with guns, I fell in love with

You got, got nothin' to lose You got, got You got, got nothin' to lose, yeah But baby please don't refuse You know you got nothin' to lose You got nothin' to lose You got, got nothin' to lose, yeah baby You got, got nothin' to lose, well come on mama

Well, that mean old dirty Frisco And that low down Santa Fe Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe You know they take my girl away Lord, and they blow back out on me Well, my mama, she done told me And my papa told me too Mama told me and my papa

And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical Mama please don't cry, I will be alright All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy And even I know this ain't smart But mama I'm in love with a criminal He is a hustler, he's no good at all He

Can't nobody do your body like my body I'm sorry, your mama know what it is I'll write your name on the living room wall There she go looking like my future baby mama I'm about to give her all of her grandkids Singin' there she go looking like my future

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And