I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all Don't know how to play but I ball Stacking that money up make it tall Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off Rocking designer

All day long All day long and pray Liar - You're lying to me Mama I'm gonna be your slave All day long, all day long, all day long I have sinned dear father, father I have sinned Try and help me father Won't you let me in ? Liar Oh nobody believes me -

Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on

No grace, faking on the floor (Ooh, ooh ooh ooh) I walk to the rhythm of the rhythm of your heart But I’m awake But I will wait for you (Ooh, ooh ooh ooh) You ain’t saying nothing til your mama falls apart But I’m still bitter at the bullies in the park,

Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I I'm in love with your body 'Cause I love the shape of you, mama I wanna put my hands on ya She know I'm tryna open her Body like a bottle, Coca Cola You know mi love when you get nasty I wanna do you in the back seat Seven days sex,

You remind me of you Yes you do now When you cry when you cry Well your mama's gonna dry your eyes Well your mama made you pretty And your mama made you sweet Your daddy gave you daydreams And more cushion in your seat

Oh, come back, baby Oh, now, now Oh, mama, please, don't go, yeah 'Cause the way I love you Child, you'll never know Yeah, yeah let's talk it over Oh, one more time Well, I admit, baby That I was wrong

You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk) She made me love her and I ain’t gonna leave her be Mama, mama please talk to your daughter ‘bout me I ain’t gonna stand no quitting and she won’t have me around If she got me a ride, she’d be six feet in the

Esa boquita me mata Tu movimiento me atrapa Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, ieeh Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, bebé Cuando mueves tu cuerpo tú tienes talento Quiero escaparme contigo A donde no hayan testigos Tu movimiento me atrapa (mamacita) Lo que no hacen los amigos

Baby don't go, ah Baby don't go Body language she's a poet That she doesn't even know it Girl you keep them like ooh ooh Shawty so incredible Little mama understands The way you do the things you do Nobody else can