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Joe Budden - Ma Ma Ma Feat. 112 lyrics
[112 + (Joe)]
 112! (Jump off!)
 Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know)
 [Verse One: Joe Budden]
 You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue
 Don't no other mami give me head like you
 I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover
 Y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter
 We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
 You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life
 Don't mistake my talkin modest
 Still put you in the wi-ld bedroom with the walk-in closet
 Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water
 Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter
 Ex-man never had you feelin that fly
 Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high
 When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off
 New school your neck, take that herringbone off
 Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan
 System old school, play 'em and had 'em
 We makin it happen, oh yeah
 [Chorus: 112]
 Turn this off for a minute
 We can do freaky things if you widdit
 We can be me and you, I know you feel it
 You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la"
 All you want, you can get it
 You can have all my time, let's spend it
 The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
 Got me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"
 [Verse Two: Joe Budden]
 Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue
 Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you
 I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come
 They already know they gotta pay for they meals
 Say I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies
 Just because I don't match your compatible sign
 I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate
 Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate
 When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha)
 Who else you know gon' poke it like that?
 And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin
 "La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, look
 Private party, it's just me, youJoe Budden - Ma Ma Ma Feat. 112 - http://motolyrics.com/joe-budden/ma-ma-ma-feat-112-lyrics.html
 And the new envy of ours, we won't be sorry
 Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley(?)
 Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par
[Chorus]
 [Verse Three: Joe Budden]
 Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss
 And I never let a clown disrespect my miss
 I need dat in my life, a G might cry
 But you the only one that ever get to see that side
 Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush
 We can take baby steps, that may be the best
 Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you
 But mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you
 If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is
 Ready to take things a little mo' serious
 Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before
 Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour?
 Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons
 Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in
 Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen
 Babygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin
 [Interlude: 112]
 Baby let me be with you more, hold you more
 Let me get the chance, I can show you more
 Let me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out
 "La la-la la, la la la la"
 If I could, wife you out, ride this out
 You're the only one I wouldn't ride without
 I could show you what this life's about
 I be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"
[Chorus - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs]
 [Joe Budden]
 This is the type of shit right here, listen
 You gotta go to the car wash on this one
 Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit
 If it just went yesterday, when you wake up
 Take it to the car wash
 Don't just get the exterior joint neither
 We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint
 And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview
 So it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside
 Ha ha! Ayy..








