Testo Mamí - Q
Testo della canzone Mamí (Q), tratta dall'album Queue the Music
What's up, mamí? tell me what it do
I want me a boo, you can bring your friend too
I peeped you across the room, yeah come walk past me, let me see that rearview
Don't hide from me, girl take off that lid
Trying to cuff you shorty, let's commit
I ain't going to lie, you're fine and all but please don't tell me you got some kids
Honestly, that's cool, don't mind my rumble
You gave me the ball, I'm not going to fumble
Let me holler at you on your Twitter, on your black and on your bumble
Matter of fact, girl give me your number
Loving on you like no other
Taking you back to eight, four, three, girl you're going to meet my mother
Traded in a nickel, ended up with a dime
Traded in the water, ended up with some wine
I stopped wasting my time with these ugly wives, had to get me a girlfriend, got me a prize
Curving girls, I'm swatting flies
Blocking numbers, choosing sides
I'm attached to her, she's attached to me, one without the other, BigMac without the fries
I see my world when I look in her eyes
Playing hard to catch, I'm going to eat that pie
Come cry on my shoulder, you're only getting older, don't hurt over him, he's a regular guy
Don't put up with that, why do you even try?
Don't talk to him, to me you confide
I'm here for life, you can be my wife, in my passenger seat, the ride to my die
Never mind the lies, the cries, the shies, the bad vibes
I'm the bigger person, how about a compromise
I don't despise, on you I rely, pick your head up, you know you're mine
Give me a wave, tell me hi
Drop your guard, let me inside
You want my address
Pull up and undress the drawers, home ain't where all I reside
I don't need your money, I don't take bribes
I need you girl, I'll take a bride
You got my heart in a ferris wheel, got me spinning on a little ride
Saw you on snap, so I had to backtrack
Slid up on that, because my game ain't whack
Next thing you know, I'm in your apartment, remote in hand while you're twerking on my lap
I rap all the facts, not the cap
So believe me when I say you caught my eye, I had to push up on that
The sides are mad but I won't clap back
Go ahead throw something, arch that back
Go ahead splurge, spend them stacks
I'm not perverted but lord they're huge, God has blessed you with them racks
Tit for tat, patty pat pat
Fall back, mental relapse
Left the old one alone, head over heels I'm going to make you collapse
Insert my arrow into your quiver
Down that spine, I'll send a shiver
Let me warm that heart, so bitter and cold, freezing me like the winter
Give me your time, forget that mister
He's burning you, look at them blisters
Too much stress, don't settle for less
If you do, It'll make you want to deliver
A bullet to the brain, don't pull that trigger
Think you're alive, how you figure
Give me your word, I don't need a label
Give me a connection without a cable
This ain't a fairy tale, let's build, let's live, we're too old for us to be reciting fables
Want my advice?
Just come here
Changing speed, let's switch the gear
You're my shorty, my little mamí, and you got nothing to fear, let's be clear
Come on here
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Writer(s): Quentin Butler
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