Sarai (Sarai Howard)

Sarai (Sarai Howard) - What Mama Told Me lyrics

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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]
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Language: English

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