Ma Ma Ma featuring 112 Lyrics by Joe Budden

Ma Ma Ma featuring 112 Lyrics

    [112] + (Joe)
    112! (Jump off!)
    Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know)

    [Verse One: Joe Budden]
    You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue
    Don't no other mami give me head like you
    I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover
    y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter
    We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
    You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life
    Don't mistake my talkin modest
    Still put you in the wi-ld bedroom with the walk-in closet
    Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water
    Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter
    Ex-man never had you feelin that fly
    Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high
    When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off
    New school your neck, take that herringbone off
    Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan
    System old school, play 'em and had 'em
    We makin it happen, oh yeah

    [Chorus: 112]
    Turn this off for a minute
    We can do bigger things if you widdit
    We can be me and you, I know you feel it
    You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la"
    All you want, you can get it
    You can have all my time, let's spend it
    The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
    Got me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"

    [Verse Two: Joe Budden]
    Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue
    Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you
    I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come
    They already know they gotta pay for they meals
    Say I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies
    Just because I don't match your compatible sign
    I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate
    Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate
    When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha)
    Who else you know gon' poke it like that?
    And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin
    "La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, look
    Private party, it's just me, you
    and the new envy of ours, we won't be sorry
    Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley(?)
    Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three: Joe Budden]
    Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss
    And I never let a clown disrespect my miss
    I need dat in my life, a G might cry
    But you the only one that ever get to see that side
    Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush
    We can take baby steps, that may be the best
    Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you
    But mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you
    If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is
    Ready to take things a little mo' serious
    Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before
    Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour?
    Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons
    Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in
    Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen
    Babygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin

    [Interlude: 112]
    Baby let me be with you more, hold you more
    Let me get the chance, I can show you more
    Let me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out
    "La la-la la, la la la la"
    If I could, wife you out, ride this out
    You're the only one I wouldn't ride without
    I could show you what this life's about
    I be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"

    [Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs

    [Joe Budden]
    This is the type of shit right here, listen
    You gotta go to the car wash on this one
    Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit
    If it just went yesterday, when you wake up
    Take it to the car wash
    Don't just get the exterior joint neither
    We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint
    And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview
    So it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside
    Ha ha! Ayy...


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