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Utwór: What Mama Told Me

  • wykonawca: Sarai
  • album: The Original
  • wyświetleń: 1230

Forget what mama told me as a little girl
  Bout to get grown get on and rock your world
  Your body telling my body how ya song goes
  While your smackin my bum bum like ya bongos
  Ride it like Tonto I'll be ya sidekick
  The sweetest song sang When the mouth silent
  When you doin what your doin get the movin the tongue
  Tornado Oh I ain't in Kansas no more
  I aint no hoe no whore I deserve a reward
  Waterbed make waves like the seashore
  I see more in you than the average joe
  So ya don't see the trash where the average go
  It aint standard to have a dude in my clutch
  Sometimes I buck hold on the ride gets rough
  I feel I must touch at the
  Double barrel gun baby we both bust
    Ya make me feel like dancing
  When ya get to romancin' me
  Make me wanna sing so sweet
  Body to body I feel your beat
  Ya make me wanna freak out
  Ain't no way I'm going home lonely
  Make me feel like sweatin forgetin'
  Everything my mama told me
    You and the liquor got my eyes blurrin'
  And when you licka' the kitten
  For certain she get to purrin
  Ridin' the wave got me surfin
  Eatin' what I'm serving
  I'll play the game show me what's behind the curtain
  All this flirtin got me urgin to get working
  Bodies mergin hot like chicken jerkin
  X-rated version
  Me and this person
  Getting down in the dirt and grabin his shirt and his jeans
  Perkin having him hittin high notes like MC in Fantasy
  Could it be you and me on an island wilin'
  You down low like you deep sea divin
  Worlds collidin emotions explodin
  Juices flowin
  The climax approachin face soakin of # 9 potion
  You need some winning plays get me coachin'
    [Hook]
    I think I might try I to get this fly guy in my
  Hop in the 7-4-5
  Take you places you aint never seen
  Can ya keep ya cool if I whip until you cream
  Don't mean to be obscene
  Put the children to bed
  Does like NORE in the whip getting head
  What I said like Keshaun I'm the receiver
  One try you'll testify you a believer
  You never up and leave her
  Stay on call or dutch master of it all
  Move slow like the southern drawl
  Then make it quick like the NYC cats spit
  Oh Shit!
    [Hook]

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