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Mommy mommy, how ya doin?

Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)



Mommy how ya doin? 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, its oh so good

I'm feelin you, uh uh I'm feelin you

So let me be your murderer, the only one thats killing you

O-L-D school, kicking game since pre-school

Down in Miami South Beach by the pool

Where the girls girls be driving 'em wild

I tell ya one more time ma, i'm feelin your style

Girl he can't be your Superman

But i can be your kryptonite

Cause you looking thick tonight

And i'm servin dick tonight

I stick it like I kick it like

And no I ain't go no look-alikes

And when i be chargin 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 doin?

Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)



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 cant mess with honey if she can't pop that monkey

Kick me down money, aint 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 doin?

Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)



I dedicate this erotic poetry to the mommies who knowin me

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