Chingo Bling - Lil Mama lyrics

Chorus: Big Gemini Little mama with your body that's cold Little mama that's ready to go Let me show you how I do If you was my boo Baby girl, it's all for you Little mama with your body that's cold Little mama that's ready to go Let me show you how I do If you was my boo Won't you think about me and you [Verse 1: MC Magic] I wanna treat you like a lollipop, girl Make you swear that your boy is from out of this world Sweatin' all hot, body twisted like a pretzel Legs everywhere, aw, we messed up your hair Damn It's aight, it's 'bout to be a long night You 'bout to be my Cinderella when that clock strike One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock in the A.M Makin' ugly faces is the game that we playin' I got you breathin' like an asthma attack Your body locks up before your eyes roll back And then, you start to shake, body movin' like a snake Explosions and hot lava like an earthquake Pictures on my iPhone to reminisce about tonight You so good, you make my fantasies light real lights Little mama with a body that's cool Let you know, Magic City never wanna let you go Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Big Gemini] Let me show you how How I do it Them lames you dealin' with, baby, actin' too foolish I never put you down I wanna build you up Won't lay your hand on ya til you tell me where you On all them right places, your little secret locations I think you get what I'm sayin', baby, there's no more delayin' In-in-in I know you ready (Know you ready) Like I'm ready (Like I'm ready) We can go and get it started, girl Let me show how I can blow your mind (Your mind) No rushin', I'm a take my time (My time) Turn your phone off, baby, we gon' be a while Won't come out the room, til sometime tomorrow Little mama Hotter than a sauna Sweatin' like it's July in Arizona Summer (Summer) Here's my (Here's my) Number (Number) Use it, call it when you, wanna Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Chingo Bling] Shades by Versaci (Yeah) Duckin' paparazzi (Yeah) Duffle bags, full of cash, now the FEDs watch me (Watch me) If I show you how I'm livin', girl, you won't believe it (Uh uh, uh uh) Number in my phone, por favor, don't delete it Mexican Jeezy, lookin' for a Beyonce (Where she at) She married to the game, made money my fiance (Make money) "He a dog, he a flirt" is what your friends say (Woof) Soon as you walk off, your friend headed this way I know I'm headlinin' (Yeah) But you the main event Girl, you're so stacked from the back, I gotta stare again (DAYMN!) Forget your baby daddy, holla when you all alone 976, Big Chile, hit me on the phone Repeat Chorus