On My Mama Lyrics
[Verse 1: Victoria Monét]
When they say, "She get it from her mama"
I'ma say, "You f*ckin' right"
Body rude, it's unpolite
Done bein' the humble type
Tell me, is you down?
'Cause I'm tryna go up tonight
Hoes and hoochies left and right
I just wanna live in a fantasy
I think we deserve it, right?
Top all the memories
I've ever made in my life
Permanent ecstasy (Oh)
Ladies is pimps tonight
Livin' inside a dream (Oh)
Let's lay where the lover's lie
[Chorus: Victoria Monét]
I put that on my own mama, on my hood
I look fly, I look good
You can't touch my bag, wish you could
I look fly, I look too good
Put that on my own mama, on my hood
I look fly, I look good
You can't touch my bag, wish you could
I look fly, I look too good
[Post-Chorus: Chalie Boy]
On my mama (Mama), on my hood (Hood)
I look fly (Yeah), I look good (Good)
Touch my swag (Swag), wish you could (Could)
I look fly (Yeah), I look good (Good)
[Verse 2: Victoria Monét]
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I'm so deep in my bag
Like a grandma with a peppermint
They say, "Ooh, she smell good"
That's just 'cause I'm Heaven-sent
Sex game go stupid (Ayy)
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