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Mommy, mommy, how ya doing?
Mommy, mommy, how ya doing? (How ya doing)
Mommy how ya doing? Boo I hope you been fine
Been on my mind
Been a long time
I'm still on the grind
Can't help but think about the way you did your thang when you did it
You curled your toes when I hit it
I'd be the first to admit it, it's oh so good
I'm feeling you, uh uh I'm feeling you
So let me be your murderer, the only one that's killing you
O-L-D school, kicking game since pre-school
Down in Miami, South Beach by the pool
Where the girls be driving them wild
I tell ya one more time ma, I'm feeling your style
Girl he can't be your Superman
But I can be your kryptonite
Cause you looking thick tonight
And I'm serving dick tonight
I stick it like I kick it like
And no I ain't go no look-alikes
And when I be charging hoes
I be like I drive a hard bargain
I beg your pardon, boo boo
Never sweat'er like a Fubu
It's true true that I'm cookoo for the chocha when I'm with you
Mommy, mommy, how ya doing?
Mommy, mommy, how ya doing? (How ya doing?)
Mommy don't mean to press the issue
But oh girl I miss you
Wanna kiss you, never diss you
Because what we got is so official
My pockets stay lumpy, cookies stay chunky
And I can't mess with honey if she can't pop that monkey
Kick me down money, ain't shit funny
Cause I'm spinning on blades whether rainy or sunny
Momma, cookoo for the chocha, you know I never really can say goodbye, mama
Mommy, mommy, how ya doing?
Mommy, mommy, how ya doing? (How ya doing?)
I dedicate this erotic poetry to the mommies who knowing me
Come blow dro with me, mommy, come flow with me
Go with me, roll with me, on extacy
Let me be me, you can be you and be free
We, meaning us, to just trust that this last
Never get back lost moments when time pass
Mommy cheers to you when I raise my glass
I hope it's always like this when we cross paths
Mommy, mommy, how ya doing?
Mommy, mommy, how ya doing? (How ya doing?)
Mommy, mommy, how ya doing?
Mommy, mommy, how ya doing? (How ya doing?)
