Baby Mama Coochie Song Lyrics

Baby Mama Coochie by Saweetie

Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

b**ch, I’m not the goat, I’m some’ like don dada
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada
Wanna f**k with me, know I’m crazy, see I’m freaky
See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me
Baby mama coochie, man, you b**ches is beneath me
Told him text his homie if the nigga need to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don’t got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey

What’s next? He f**kin’ up a check on my body, what’s next?
He stick it in, then he had me throwing up his set
He say I suck dick too good, I’m the best
These niggas playin’, but I’m really from the ‘Wood
Yup, Inglewood, b**ch, up to no good
You a shoulda-coulda, I’m a wish a b**ch would (I’m a wish a b**ch would)
Ayy, ayy, I’m a wish a b**ch would
My b**ches choo-choo, lil’ engine that could
These b**ches suwoop just like they should
Nigga, what you gon’ do? I’ll pull up to yo’ hood
Huh? Huh?
Yeah, and that’s dolo, nigga, ayy
Put the money on the floor-floor, nigga, ayy
Who ain’t really trained to go, lil’ nigga? Ayy
I can make you touch ya toes, lil’ nigga
b**ches wanna play, well, set the camera up and pussy play
No, it ain’t no cuddle, take the muzzle off and gimmie face
If you can make me nut then you stuck until you make me squirt
Nigga, bring the bottle, I’m the model, now let’s go to work
I ain’t got no ass, but it ain’t sad ’cause I’m a freaky ho
And if it’s ’bout a bag, I can fake it ’til my pockets full
And niggas really beatin’ down roaches need to let me know
‘Cause I ain’t sharing dick unless she cute or got a lot of dough (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Baby mama coochie, I ain’t even got a baby
Told me she a ho and I told her to do it a safely
And he wanna f**k a blood, the lil’ nigga gotta pay me
I’m a nasty b**ch, I told a nigga put it in my face
What’s next? I told the pussy nigga cut the check on the set
I made that nigga tat it on his neck
I’m the best, a freaky bum could never make me upset
SBA check got a b**ch talkin’ out her neck

b**ch, I been a boss, I been yo’ mama, been that b**ch
I got my own nigga, ho, I don’t want yo’ dick
That sh*t don’t hit like a muthaf**kin’ truck
Told my nigga, “Wanna f**k, baby, put it in my butt”
What’s next? He wanna f**k me in private jets
What’s next? He wanna buy me and my b**ches Birkin bags
I want a new body, can you pop that tag?
Drippin’ all CC, b**ch, I’m in my bag
She can’t sit down unless she got a fat ass
I don’t f**k with b**ches ’cause these hoes don’t last
Bundle girls locked in, yeah, we on the map
It’s no cap in my rap, sis, sit back before I spaz
Ho safely or don’t ho at all
Ho safely or don’t ho at all
Ayy, ho safely or don’t ho at all
Me and my b**ches in the mall and we came to ball

b**ch, I’m not the goat, I’m some’ like don dada
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada
Wanna f**k with me, know I’m crazy, see I’m freaky
See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me
Baby mama coochie, man, you b**ches is beneath me
Told him text his homie if the nigga need to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don’t got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey