Hot, hot, my lyrics be poppin'
Been crazy since I was a baby
'Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' 'cause they already know
They spinnin' records and notice that I'ma hold it down
Get in the booth and I'ma show you how a pro do
Haters wanna see me down
I, I came to put it down
With the music I make it hot
They pointin' fingers and chose me 'cause I'm a hold it down
A chick like B could ever ever see a chick like me, that's crazy
'Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' 'cause they already know
I don't see nobody close as I
And I start to wonder hypnoses is I
Haters wanna see me down
But they don't know about me, I grab it 'til I lock it down
Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I
Why try look, my eyes don't lie
But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh
I'm about that fetty, about that that dough, about that flow
Me to you whom, not even I could stand up when I
So you doubt me, you doubt ya brain
Oh, how I could just spit it so sloppy?
Been G'd up since Hope was slain
The way that I be rockin' they probably think I'm cocky
Pop, pop dough school, pro tool
Straight from New York to the A-Town
Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy
Must, must be insane to ever thinkin' that
But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh
Mouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed, whoa
I been lookin' through my peripheral vision
It's Lil Mama, Voice Of The Young People
And if I skip 'em or chip 'em they gon' be like, no
And if I skip 'em or chip 'em they gon' be like, no
'Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' 'cause they already know
Let the whole world know I gets crazy
I ain't even put, put, put it down
And if you ever thought that it might be
But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh
Then you betta step ya J O B up baby
I ain't even put, put, put it down
I ain't even put, put, put it down
'Cause Lil Mama got whips and chains
Haters wanna see me down
This real music I make it hot
And if I skip 'em or chip 'em they gon' be like, no
This real music I make it hot
I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to the A-Town
I'm spittin' records and bet this you can't control it now
This real music I make it hot
The only time you see butts is at a Tampa, Milwaukee game
This real music I make it pop
This real music I make it hot
After me that's as far as it goes
It's Lil Mama, Voice Of The Young People
