From the recording WE ARE THE MAMIS
FATELL MUSIC ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Lyrics
Let's go (let's go)
Let's go
I pull up in Benzes and big trucks (woo)
Shotgun is only for big buts (woo)
Painted a vison and made the decision to get it
They pay me the big bucks (no)
Y'all gotta move out the way
Get out the frame, I need space
We ain't the same, I'm here to stay
Not in your lane, I'm takin' your place, uh
Smooth on the move like a ballerina (uh)
Sock it to you, missy, misdemeanor (woo)
I ain't afraid to get down and dirty
I ain't perfect, bitch, I'm Latina
Attitude in my current mood
Got a short fuse, meant to intrude
It's a cold world at my altitude
Pressure is higher, this magnitude
Y'all couldn't fathom my solitude
I'm the ice queen, show your gratitude
When you lookin' up, it's a good view
When you lookin' down, it's a bad move
If we're eye to eye and you realize
It's do or die between you and I
Just take the time to say goodbye
I'm a slaughter ruler, the suicide
Ayy, them ladies not comin' through
Them Latinas comin' (woo)
Them Latinas comin' (woo)
Them Latinas comin' (woo)
She ain't, you ain't
She ain't, you ain't
She ain't, you ain't
You ain't fuckin' with my girl (no)
Man, you playin' right? (No)
You ain't fuckin' with my girl (no, no, no)
You ain't fuckin' with my
Why my girls goin' harder than your man? (Yeah, yeah)
No comprende, if it ain't about the bag (Yeah, yeah)
No comprende, homie, me no understand (Yeah, yeah)
Why my girls goin' harder than your man? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They talkin' money, but they never buy the shit we need
They talkin' smoke, but they never ever burn the weed
They want the sacrifice, but never ever do they bleed
They wanna grow, but never ever water up the seed
I am the mami, ain't nothin' on me
And if it is, it's gonna be papi
How does he want it? Clean and then sloppy
I am that bitch, just a bit raunchy
Tearin' it up, eat the salami
Make it so wet, damn a tsunami
How does it feel? How do you want me? Uh
So what you gon' do when she hits the fan?
Reality check, oh, you a man?
Excuse me, miss, I think I win, ma'am
Now you a bitch, I don't understand
Turn up that shit, 'cause this is a jam
Time to rewind and play it again
Puffin' that joint, smokin' the 'Gram
Latina is me, it is who I am
Them Latinas comin' (Woo)
Them Latinas comin' (Woo)
Them Latinas comin' (Woo)
Them Latinas comin' (Woo)
She ain't, you ain't, she ain't, you ain't, she ain't, you ain't
You ain't fuckin' with my girl, no
(Make it plain right) No
(Right) You ain't fuckin' with my girl, no
No, no, you ain't fuckin' with my