Momma I Hit a Lick – Song and Lyrics by 2 Chainz

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Momma I Hit a Lick’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

(I want it, I want it, I want it-it-it-it)

Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly (yeah, what?)
Wake up, count chilly (what?)
I’m up, count chilly (up)
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Tell my mama I hit a lick (lick)
Huh, mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick

I’m comin’, baby, send the address
Progress, never digress (never)
Your last man didn’t passed the fly test (test)
I eat rappers, no digest, f*ck a piece, I want the whole pie graph (yeah)
Money taller than a giraffe (tall)
Feng shui by the mic stand, have you ever had two one-night stands? (have you ever?)
I’m a emperor, very sinister
Somewhere smokin’ on indica (mmm)
Fox on me like Vivica (mmm)
I pray for before meals, spiritual
Rackies by the big face (yeah)
They want my spot, they wanna switch place (yeah)
They want the gas, wanna sip Ace (yeah)
Baow, baow, straight to the face (bow)
I’m takin’ my lawyer the whole briefcase (whole)
Makin’ a play in the police face
They was like, “Man, he fresh”
I was like, “Go, DJ” (go)
When they played your new shit
I was like, “No, DJ” (no)
You can go on and skip that
I buy a house and flip that

Chilly, chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly), chilly (count it)
Wake up, count chilly
I’m up, count chilly
Tell my mama I hit a lick (hit it)
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Huh, mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick

(Ahh) fall off in this bitch, I ball off in this bitch
My commas hit the floor, you call off in this bitch
I threw a hundred more, you stall off in this bitch
And then I vámonos, applaud me in this bitch
C-notes, B-notes, P-notes all up in this bitch
Man, y’all not in this bitch, y’all are not familiar
Y’all are immigrants, the law not in this bitch
I, f*ck the opp, no competitor
Got into it with my bitch last night, she was right, but I had to get at her
Two popped bands and they dance on my waist
Hit the face, that’s the editor
I don’t take pics on a jet, lil’ nigga
This shit regular, G5s all in my backyard
Sit your roody-poos in the nosebleed
Now my pockets holding big protein
Big, big protein (protein)
I leveled up past Fab Five, your favorite rapper Desperate Housewives
Playin’ with me get you chastised, milk ’em all ’til I’m satisfied
They didn’t fall for it, strategize
Switch the flow ’cause they know niggas like identity theft
Oh, you got like me? (say less)
Oh, you pop like me? (say less)
Mask keep a nigga (in check)
Huh, swag keep a nigga (with checks)
Huh, tags on my wall (success)
Huh, played the underdog, now flex (now flex)

Chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly)
Wake up, count chilly
I’m up, count chilly
Tell my mama I hit a lick (lick)
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick

Mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick