16 lyrics for "Like hey mama mama hey mama mama (Hey)"

In this thirty five mile an hour town Mama locked the door last night For the first time in all of her years I said mama you gotta be kidding me She said things ain’t like they used to be round here You just wouldn’t believe it Kids growing up without
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Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here HeyHey, hey, mama, what is wrong with you You didn't have to tell me that you love me so You didn't have to crucify me like you did You didn't have to tell me I was just your kid HeyHey, hey, mama, what's the matter here
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Be your man I wanna hear you calling my name Like hey mama mama hey mama mama (Hey) Be my woman, girl, I'mma Be my woman, girl, I'll I love the dirty rhythm you play Banging the drum like dum di di dey I know you want it in the worst way Best believe
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Mama always told me, papa always warned me Don’t hang around with boys like you Teacher always told me never to be naughty Don’t mess around with boys like you They talk a lot Your friends say he’s troublesome “Don’t do it, you’ll get hurt” But, they
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Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma' Girl, it's getting hotter I can't take much more But not for long And I might say goodbye I'm here like for one night So we don't gotta waste time I know that you feel it
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That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita Got it vibratin' on me like a beeper Boy I'm in Colorado Smokin' California reefer HeyHey, the bitch so bad Call her ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her) Hey and I
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Girl I don't wanna be the one you iggin' I need me a li'l baby who gon' listen Li'l Kodak they don't like to see you winnin' They wanna see you in the penitentiary My mama told me, "Boy make a decision" Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision They sendin'
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Warned you about No doubt I'm the one your mama I'm known for taking ladies home And turning them out. Like kissing all the girlies and Making them cry. I'm a wise guy with wits The opposite of shy
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Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke
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