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Another Jazzie Fizzle, Bow Wizzle Calaborizzle my nizzle ah, oh oh oh I met what seem to be the girl of my dreams In the mall at the sneaker store Saw 'bout a week ago, wonder should I speak or know But probably not I bet she got a lot of guys in the jock you never know But wouldn't hurt me to holla, little momma hot She got all the signature features her momma got Listen, baby, I'm tired of of switching labels Let's say we consider dating, continue communicating No chasing, no wasting yo time, the pleasures mine I'ma show how to shine, just sit back and recline 'Cause the ride on stilts, my bank going swole I'm wearing Rose Gold at 16 years old But right now that don't matter I honestly rather be discussing or to fussing how we gon' get together And rather you knew it or not, I was digging yo stlye Loving yo smile, little momma you should listen to Bow Hey little momma, little momma let me holla a minute I know you tired of hearing, gemme ya digits, but dig it Hey little momma, I ain't trying to spoil ya day Just had to say you looking great today, I say Hey little momma, I'm trying to come over da night And watch a movie If you say it'a aight, aight? Hey little momma, I'm digging ya style Loving ya smile, little momma come and kick it wit Bow I was thinking I could come over And chill wit you tonight and sit next to you on ya sofa And maybe pop in a DVD, and make some popcorn just for you and me But see I been on tour for a minute I wanna come home and settle down for a minute You feel me, if you wit it den let me know And if you say yes that you wit it, den that's fa sho 'Cause see I can arrange some thangs I'm talking pick you up from school and arranging thangs You know this dog likes to roam, but you know I can't come over when ya pops is home I think it's 'bout time for you to hang up the phone Ya father probably got his ear to the door so Look it's best to tell you I'll just holla tomorrow Just hit me on the hip I promise to call Hey little momma, little momma let me holla a minute I know you tired of hearing, gemme ya digits, but dig it Hey little momma, I ain't trying to spoil ya day Just had to say you looking great today, I say Hey little momma, I'm trying to come over da night And watch a movie If you say it'a aight, aight? Hey little momma, I'm digging ya style Loving ya smile, little momma come and kick it wit Bow I need a little momma that ain't wit the drama She know how to get it, she know that I'm calling Tell her that I need somebody, someone I can share my time wit Flyness, sididdy, her bodes kind of pretty Like we kind of smooth how we move through the city like I need a girl that's really down for sure, yeah, say Hey little momma, little momma let me holla a minute I know you tired of hearing, gemme ya digits, but dig it Hey little momma, I ain't trying to spoil ya day Just had to say you looking great today, I say Hey little momma, I'm trying to come over da night And watch a movie If you say it's aight, aight? Hey little momma, I'm digging ya style Loving ya smile, little momma come and kick it wit Bow Hey little momma, little momma let me holla a minute I know you tired of hearing, gemme ya digits, but dig it Hey little momma, I ain't trying to spoil ya day Just had to say you looking great today, I say Hey little momma, I'm trying to come over da night And watch a movie If you say it's aight, aight? Hey little momma, I'm digging ya style Loving ya smile, little momma come and kick it wit Bow
Writer(s): Phalon Anton Alexander, Brian D. Casey, Rahman Griffin, Shad Gregory Moss, Clifford Joseph Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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