Lyrics Aja – Mama Chola

Aja:
Yes, I rock and roll-a
Pop just like a Coca Cola
And I’m sweet like Mama Chola

(Now watch closely this time)

Shilow:
I know you talkin’ shit and didn’t think that I would hear it
Bitch, I know everything and worse comin’ straight from the mirror
You think it’s voodoo, haters you just smell like doo-doo
Please explain to me what your crew do
Every time we come, we move straight to you, uh
This ain’t mentality, we talkin’ physicality
Your whole persona’s fallacies and you just lookin’ phallic-y
You can’t sit with us, you mad, that’s causality
Hatin’ on something doesn’t make a personality

Aja:
Don’t fuck with my energy (Nah, nigga)
That don’t make you the enemy (I pull the trigger)
But you dress like a friend of me (Fake ass)
That’s what my third eye said to me
I make you squiggle like a centipede
And see shit that you can’t believe
Under my spell, there’s no remedy
Can it be true?
All you fake witches ain’t see shit

Yes, I rock and roll-a
Pop just like a Coca Cola
And I’m sweet like Mama Chola
Crossin’ me, I fuck your soul up
High as fuck and that’s my motor
Got this doll as my controller
Cow tongue on top of boca
This my craft and yes, I hone it, uh

Shilow & Aja:
Talkin’ straight to
?
Why they bangin’ on them bongos?
Claim to be about that life
My spirit guide said it’s all just talk, though
One thing I learned
More money sweeter than cereal
My energy’s imperial
And yours stays remedial
Y-y-you can get rocked like that Pokémon game, brah
I’m the nigga that’ll pistol-whip you with the same Glock
That fires shots at me, you bitches are so weak
Even blindfolded, I would knock you to your knees, uh

Amira Wang:
I’m that bitch, thought I told you once
Make ’em sad twice
I be that bitch, eat that twat with ice
That’s that shit I like
Pussy pie, make ’em buy a slice
They gon’ pay that price
For the night or it’s by the verse
?
hearse
Now, what’s next? I can’t help but flex
Bitch, you know I’m the best
Make ’em sweat, then he run that check
Ho, come off that neck
Mama Chola,
?
Count that cash with rulers
School tea, they callin’ me they tutor
?
ignore the losers
Fuck you thought?

Aja:
This my craft and yes, I hone it, uh
Cow tongue on top of boca
Got this doll as my controller
High as fuck and that’s my motor
Crossin’ me, I fuck your soul up
And I’m sweet like Mama Chola
Pop just like a Coca Cola
Yes, I rock and roll-a, uh

Yes, I rock and roll-a
Pop just like a Coca Cola
And I’m sweet like Mama Chola
Crossin’ me, I fuck your soul up
High as fuck and that’s my motor
Got this doll as my controller
Cow tongue on top of boca
This my craft and yes, I hone it, uh

Rock and roll-a
Coca Cola
Mama Chola
I fuck your soul up
That’s my motor
My controller
On top of boca
Yes, I hone it, uh