Songtexte:
Lil Mama Make It Hot Put It Down

it's easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York, Yeah I live in CT lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York

her picture, you aint gonna get it for free You got what it takes to get down Lil mama way she work she breakin it to the ground Strokin around her

for this lyrical high? We can shoot without bullets, DF to the fullest Should it, ever come to light It's true art, not hype Come strong, take the mic, make sure it

it, let me flip it, let me crank it up [Roy] Put something hard in ya cup [Magic] Baby drink it up [Roy] Hush your mouth [Magic] Concentrate make it drop

up and let a nigga poke I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper Mama you can have fifty, mama you can have platinum All you gotta do is break

and your draws down to your knees Put the rubber on the dick handle that please I hit it she sucked it Hit it she sucked it and sucked it I got tired

the F is for front do' 'Cause that's where I bring it, so if you bang it, motherfucker Yeah, girl, it's on You know what it is when I finally make it

turn the lights down and it's ballerific This not the right spot to let ya daughters visit It's some freaks up in here and it's all explicit My round put

the walls off a broad til' she squall Like yeah, it's on like that But it depend on the swing of the baseball bat For it to pitch on the count or make