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  1. Thank Yo Momma

Thank Yo Momma Lyrics - Singles - Malachiae Warren

I just wanna thank yo momma 

Wanna let you know I want ya' 

(It's 'Chiae, baby) 

 

Baby, when you come through 

You know what I wanna do 

I feel some type of way when I look at you 

Aw babe, aw baby 

A star in the night time 

And you shine like the sunrise 

Girl, you know I'm tryna be that guy 

For you babe, you baby 

 

When I think about the way you make me feel 

Look me in my eyes so that I know it's real 

You know, oh oh 

 

I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna thank yo mama 

I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna thank yo mama 

For making something so fine, something so right 

I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna thank yo mama 

 

What's your nationality? Somethin' them girls all wanna be 

You don't even gotta wear a weave, so se-, so sexy 

Love you like we grown, 'cause girl you got me on one 

I'm tryna' be the one you think about, when you layin' up in the house 

 

When I think about the way you make me feel 

Look me in my eyes so that I know it's real 

 

I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna thank yo mama 

I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna thank yo mama 

For making something so fine, something so right 

I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna thank yo mama 

 

I just wanna thank yo mama, wanna let you know I want ya 

On the water in Bahamas, I came from trappin' out the jungle 

She so cold like a Tundra, Quavo I'm hot like the summer 

Hair so long like Rapunzel, you know she got it from her mama 

 

Lil mama lookin' so bad I just wanna get to know her 

Hop on my private jet, I got a lot of shit to show her 

Gucci, Versace, Yung Rich Nation, and some Michael Khors 

Let you drive my Bentley, get you out that Honda Accord 

Now that I'm witchu', you get you stuff that you couldn't afford 

Ain't gotta clean, baby, gotta maid, she goin' do the chores 

You see the Benz wit' that red ribbon on the front that's yours 

And yacht in the back of the mansion, baby all aboard 

 

I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna thank yo mama 

I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna thank yo mama 

For making something so fine, something so right 

I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna thank yo mama 

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