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Hey Mami

Hey Mami

Hey Mami

Hey Mami

Hey Mami

Hey Mami, you sexy

Hey Mami, you sexy

Hey Mami, you sexy

Hey Mami, you beautiful

Hey Mami, you sexy

Hey Mami, you sexy

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 Ma

Hey Mami, You sexy

Hey Mami

Hey Mami

Yeah Yeah That’s 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

There’s 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 who’s smooth, got all the right moves

But you’re just plain sloppy

Hey Mami, You sexy

Hey Mami

Hey Mami

Hey Mami you cute

Hey Mami you sexy

Ya’ll boys got nothin' to offer!

Mami, come over hear

You can’t have none of this

(You can’t)

Cause you can’t handle this!

We hang on corners

Tryin back shorty

Which is cheap lies

Hey Mami (Kisses)

Hey Mami (No kisses)

Hey Mami, you sexy

(Hey Mami, you cute)