Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor) Yeah, I like the way it sounds, say: Amor I'll do anything que dices por favor Lo que quieras si me dices por favor Said, please, mama said be polite (dame un besito, mami) Said, please, solo quieres sanar

Keepin' touch with Mama Kin Livin' out your fantasy Sleeping late and smoking tea You better check it out Or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon Tell her where you've gone and been It ain't easy, livin' like ya want to And it's so hard to

Oh, coming right behind you, swear I'm gonna find you, one of these nights One of these nights, one of these crazy old nights We're gonna find out, pretty mama, what turns on your lights The full moon is calling, the fever is high And the wicked wind

You got, got nothin' to lose 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 You got, got

Goyard duffle, yeah yeah Got that Draco in it, yeah yeah Whip a chicken, yeah yeah Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah And I got that Glock, yeah yeah I got thirty shots, yeah yeah Got your baby mama, yeah yeah She bent over nigga, yeah yeah Young Savage

That's the only time a man should talk through glass to his new son And you'd have to go back and teach me how when I was nine 'Cause my mama couldn't throw a ball even if she had the time Instead of learnin' how to smoke I bet if you'd have whooped my

And I know it's no fun when your first son Gets up to no good, starts freaking out the neighborhood Sorry, mama, there are times I get carried away Please, don't worry, next time I'm home, I'll still be the same Really, I'm fine, never been better, got

You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah) Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (cash) And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah) Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot) And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah) Pull up to

Save your sin for someone else Oh, oh, oh, not for me I ain't your mama I ain't your priest I got no time to waste on your saving grace So, get up off your knees please I ain't whiskey in a bottle, I won't let you forget No shot of Novocaine

Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on You're anybody's baby when your mama's gone Pretty lady, get back Pretty lady, yea, sweet thing Sophisticated lady tryin' to change my ways Just because you're caught in your social maze I think it's 'bout time