SARAI - What Mama Told Me lyrics

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    SARAI LYRICS
    
    "What Mama Told Me"
    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]
    
    
    [Thanks to popstarspop@hotmail.com for these lyrics]

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