| Oh! |
| Oh!
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| You are just what the doctor ordered
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| Ooh, look at there!
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| I heard you was a pleaser, and baby — oh shit!
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| Man, not my mama; |
| man, not my mama
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| Man, not my mama; |
| quit messin with my mama
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| I love me some of yo mama, (oh!) true that (true that)
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| Don’t call me daddy, only she can do that
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| Ok, me and yo mama be fuckin (yup)
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| Boy you don’t know nothin' about that
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| You seen her lookin all mad (mad) ain’t it time for ya nap?
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| You wake up, I’m back (back) eating up all your snacks (hah)
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| Don’t ask for help with your math (stupid)
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| Ain’t my fault, you can’t add
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| Don’t be out here fake crying, lying (boi)
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| Up in the keyhole straight spying
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| Only knock the door if you’re dying
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| I wish I could stay in here forever (I love it)
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| You the only reason me and your mama ain’t together (lil bitch)
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| She’s so much better than my old bitch
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| Man, I love that old bitch, I do
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| Oh! |
| This feels so nice, oh shit!
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| No stress, no drama
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| Her kids hatin, they know I fucked their mama
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| Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
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| Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
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| Man not my mama (I love ya mama, yup)
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| Quit messin with my mama
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| Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
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| Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
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| Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
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| Quit messin with my mama
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| The way she bounce both cheekies, boy she freaky (freaky)
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| Shoulda known she was kinky
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| When I walked inside the room and I seen her slinky (what the fuck)
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| Even made me use my pinky, the way she teach me
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| It’s just so dreamy, oh God, damn, man
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| I cheat on tests, cheat on hoes, I cheat when I can (I do)
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| I’m even cheating on my whip, I got a side Benz (I do)
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| But she made me wanna cut off all my side friends (I love you, baby)
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| A nigga be tryna chase her, take her, date rape her
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| Stand out the daycare sit there and wait there
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| Fuck, I can’t even trust the neighbors, damn
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| (What you lookin at?) You niggas stick to your young hoes
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| I got a freak that wash, dry, and fold clothes (that's right)
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| Lil motherfuckers (Yeah, that’s right)
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| Ooh this great, big, enormous motherfucker!
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| Oh! |
| Just let me, oh! |
| Let me jockey this dick!
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| No stress, no drama
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| Her kids hatin, they know I fucked their mama
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| Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
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| Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
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| Man not my mama (I love ya mama, yup)
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| Quit messin with my mama
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| Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
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| Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
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| Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
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| Quit messin with my mama
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| I got my welfare check, smokin on that crack
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| Hell yeah I’m unemployed, baby daddy down my back
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| Now what you got for me Sean? |
| I heard it’s big and it’s long
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| I take my teeth out, suck it good, this where your dick belong
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| Y-Y-Yeeeaah, do it like dat daddy
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| Pump pump bump bump it in my ass-matic
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| You ain’t tell me you was big-boned
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| (Mom, I’m hungry) Shut your mouth, you little bastards go on
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| (All this ass is for you Seany. can I call you Seany?)
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| Sl-Sl-Sl-Sl-Slap me in my face with it, get a crack valve with that bass in it
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| If I got weed then I’m lacing it, eat all this ass, quit tasting it nigga
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| Man not my mama, man not my mama
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| Man not my mama, quit messin with my mama
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| Man not my mama, man not my mama
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| Man not my mama; |
| quit messin with my mama
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| High as a motherfucker (trippy)
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| Fuckin' e’rybody mama…
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| I got yo mama all in my line (line), bullets all in my 9 (9)
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| Rollie tell the time, she ain’t yours, she ain’t mine
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| Throw a hundred every time, I think my coupe just lost its mind (mind)
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| Put yo mama on that trippy shit, sippin lean, snorting lines (she high)
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| Overseas like «bonjour», last ten years I’ve been on tour
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| And I still got that old money, I touch more green than a lawnmower
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| With a ratchet bitch (bitch), you laid up (stupid ass)
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| I’m on my tour bus fucking mamas getting paid up
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| I take that bitch to my mansion (mansion) and a nigga can’t pay her to leave
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| (leave)
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| Yo mama a great head doctor (groupie), with no PhD (groupie)
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| My pockets stuffed with dough, I made it all in the streets
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| I might just go to the club, and throw it all on a freak
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| Yo mama, ratchet ass bitch
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| Baby, oooooh, can you feel what I feel? |
| OH shit!
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| I hope you brought your boots and shoes, cuz motherfucker
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| I’m gonna be here a while |