Mamma Mia Fimiguerrero (Ft. Len (UK))

[Chorus: Len]
Italian mob boss swag, she talm’ ‘bout “Mamma Mia”
I put five percent on the tint, can’t see me, no you can’t see her
When your mans see me, it’s salutes
My hoes, they come by the two
I gave up tryna’ convince man but now they wanna claim they all knew
Osbatt jack’, all blue
Your man fell off, poor you
Can’t catch up, you can’t afford to
Hol’ on, hol’ on, ayy
See, the diamonds flawless, of course I bought ‘em, I can afford ‘em
And the packs imported, and I’m top floor eatin’ on swordfish

[Verse: Fimiguerrero]
I might tell my main girl “Come to the back and applaud it”
Ayy, yeah and the labels been calling me up so I think I sit back and ignore it
Ayy, yeah, yeah, put me some in my Carhartt tryna’ bring up my endorphins up
I’m tumblin’ up, it come right back like a chorus, yeah
She suckin’ me up, I think I could tell she a Taurus
Fuckin’ a bitch and I’m horsin’ her
Down in the cut with a bad bitch
Yeah she know I got the crown, yeah
Everytime she goes out, says “Fimi, yeah, I always pocket in the sounds”
Yeah, I make a pussy dem’ drown
Yeah, I make— and then we smoke an ounce
Yeah, I get into the bag, to the hoes, these niggas know what I’m about
Everybody wanna talk with me
I was young, I thought I wanted peace
All my niggas pullin’ up with that glee, hit a nigga down in the spleen