Your Mama
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Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am, I am.
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am, I am.
Mama, mama
I got more than money on my mind
I got off-shore oil iand real esate
Diamonds, ice and fancy things
Baby, baby
I got more than bitches on my brain
I got everything I ever need
Sittin' right inside of me
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am, I am.
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am (I am), I am.
I am the man who's lovin'
Your mama all night long
And it feels so right
And feels so wrong
It feels so good when we get it on.
But-
I don't have a lot to say (to say)
I don't have a lot to do (to do)
Here's your lunch money, honey
Get to school, now
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am, I am.
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am, I am.
Well heaven lent a helping hand
A helping hand of a dirty old man
Well heaven lent a helping hand
A helping hand of a dirty old man
Well heaven lent a helping hand
A helping hand of a dirty old man
Well heaven lent a helping hand
A helping hand of a dirty old man
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am (I am), I am (I am).
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am (I am), I am (I am).
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am, I am.
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am, I am.
Mama, mama
I got more than money on my mind
I got off-shore oil iand real esate
Diamonds, ice and fancy things
Baby, baby
I got more than bitches on my brain
I got everything I ever need
Sittin' right inside of me
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am, I am.
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am (I am), I am.
I am the man who's lovin'
Your mama all night long
And it feels so right
And feels so wrong
It feels so good when we get it on.
But-
I don't have a lot to say (to say)
I don't have a lot to do (to do)
Here's your lunch money, honey
Get to school, now
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am, I am.
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am, I am.
Well heaven lent a helping hand
A helping hand of a dirty old man
Well heaven lent a helping hand
A helping hand of a dirty old man
Well heaven lent a helping hand
A helping hand of a dirty old man
Well heaven lent a helping hand
A helping hand of a dirty old man
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am (I am), I am (I am).
Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am (I am), I am (I am).
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Luiz Conrado
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