Cassper Nyovest & Nasty C – Lil Mama Lyrics

Lil Mama

Cassper Nyovest & Nasty C

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"Lil Mama." - Cassper Nyovest & Nasty C

Friday, 23 October 2026, 04:36 pm

Album: Lil Mama - Single

Track No: 01

Lil Mama, Lil Mama
I found a bad chick from the south
Lil Mama, Lil Mama

I found a bad chick from the south

She bad and she bougie, she get what she want
She just like her mama, she don't like the drama
She chillin' at home and she packin' that lunch
Yeah, I like her fashion and the way that she put it together
Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much

I like to spend all my time with her
'Cause she make me feel like I'm a lucky king
I might just give her the wedding ring
When I feel sick, she my medicine

Ooh, baby girl, baby girl
I wanna show you off to the world
I wanna buy you the finest things
I thank your mama just for your birth

Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much

Lil Mama too bad
Pull up with fifties and hundreds of racks
She stunt on these niggas, she tell 'em relax
Unless you gon' cop me that platinum Rolex
I buy all her clothes and I buy all her bags
Even my mama saying, "Phew, phingwana wa go tsena"
She only love you 'cause you got a Phantom
You is a star and you live in a mansion
Nobody else can relate

But I do not care, I do not give a damn
You can go spend all my racks
You can go spend all my racks
I'm spendin' this money, we ain't ballin' out
See, I fell on me Scott and I'll sort it out

Oh, I call my lil' boss, let him tell us out
And I'ma talk like it's cheap, you get water, wow

Ooh, baby girl, baby girl
I wanna show you off to the world
I wanna buy you the finest things
I thank your mama just for your birth
Ooh, baby girl, baby girl
I wanna show you off to the world
I wanna buy you the finest things
I thank your mama just for your birth

Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much

My baby a rider, my baby a rider
She know she my twisky, she know that I got her

Pop my collar, I'm confident about her
And when this shit get sticky, I stick right here beside her
She make the weight on me feel lighter
'Cause I know I can confide in her

Poppin' tags with my libbity boo
We count cash just to get in the mood
She know I like women with somethin' to lose
That's right, what you got?
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids (Racks)
She stay street like honey
I'm a vet, I'm not no dummy

Name it, I seen it, I done it
I walk in the house, she grab my buddy
Okay, okay, I love it
She wanna touch like click-clack, run it

Ooh, baby girl, baby girl
I wanna show you off to the world
I wanna buy you the finest things
I thank your mama just for your birth
Ooh, baby girl, baby girl
I wanna show you off to the world
I wanna buy you the finest things
I thank your mama just for your birth

Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much
Lil Mama too swaggy, Lil Mama too much

Lil Mama, Lil Mama
Lil Mama, Lil Mama
Lil Mama, Lil Mama
She bad
Lil Mama, Lil Mama
Lil Mama, she bad
Bougie, baby

Writer(s): Refiloe Phoolo.

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