Hey Mami, You sexy

Hey Mami, you beautiful

Hey Mami you sexy

Hey Mami, can I get that number?



Big hot pockets, feya, ugly

Corny, busted, chopped, straight fugly

British guys playing rugby

Brooklyn boys who wanna thug me

Skanky, cranky, foogly, oogly

Slammin dudes who wanna do me

G'Doonk G'Doonk, skoonky, flavors

Bangin, mega hot, dumb haters



Country boys and them boys in the city

Buy me lunch and make me all giddy

Sparkling clean, dirty, grimey and gritty

Big muscle men and a little itty bitty

Some look so good and some need a little work

Some know what they gotta do to make me smirk

Ralph, Donna, Marc, and my man Tommy

Better go get that girl, Hey Mami



Hey Mami, You sexy



Hey Mami, you beautiful

Hey Mami you sexy

Hey Mami, can I get that number?



Yeah Yeah Thats what they shout

On the street when I strut when I walk to the store

They wanna turn me out

Hootin and hollerin

Ring around the collar and

This ain't Scores and

You ain't wavin a dollar and



You better tighten up that game

Theres a million other guys tryin to get with us

And you all sound the same

You should slow it on down papi

You sound like a carbon copy

I wanna a man whos smooth, got all the right moves

But you're just plain sloppy



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