Chinga Tu Madre Sauce Walka

[Intro]
Tú madre
Ooh-wee

[Chorus]
Chinga tú madre
Lil' boy, fuck your mama, lil' boy, fuck your mama
Lil' boy, fuck your mama, lil' boy, fuck your mama
Yeah, I'm 'bout the drama, yeah, I'm 'bout the drama, hey
Chinga tú madre
Lil' boy, fuck your mama, lil' boy, fuck your mama
Lil' boy, fuck your mama, lil' boy, fuck your mama
Lil' boy, fuck your mama, lil' boy, fuck your mama, hey
Chinga tú madre
Lil' boy, fuck your mama, lil' boy, fuck your mama
Lil' boy, fuck your mama, lil' boy, fuck your mama
Lil' boy, fuck your mama, I slept with 'em all, hey
Chinga tú madre
Lil' boy, fuck your mama, lil' boy, fuck your mama
Lil' boy, fuck your mama, fuck you and your mama
Fuck you and your mama, smack that bitch tomorrow, hey

[Verse]
Boy, fuck you and your old lady
Ridin' 'round hot in an old Mercedes
Inside smellin' like old gravy
Boy, you couldn't be me with the whole navy
Couldn't be me if the Lord saved you
Couldn't be me if somebody paid you
[?][0:58] your mama, she the one raised you
Dirty-ass bitch, why she ain't bathe you?
Smellin' like a nigga that need a favor
[?] off the table
'Cause your pussy mama [?] wasn't able
Lyin' to your mama [?] you a fable
Should've whooped your bitch-ass with a cable
Let the shells get hot, shoot him in the navel
We do not play that well
This TSF cartel
We do not run from elves
We only run from 12
We never front a sale
We known to stunt too well
Backwood, my blunt the L
They eyes on my dope, they stare
Whatever I do, it's rare
Whatever you do, it's square