Is' scho' guat, Mamma! Moch' da kane Surg'n, Mamma! Es is no heut' und no net murg'n, Mamma! I bin no do und no net furt, Mamma! Moch' da kane Surg'n
back to your class Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that? Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back Bet your mamma
parted Why, why did I ever let you go Mamma mia, now I really know My my, I should not've let you go Mamma mia, here I go again My my, how can I resist you? Mamma
You are appreciated When I was a youngin' and ma mama had me Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I
her folks She was only And when I met her momma she undressed me with her eyes Then her daddy gave a look at me That could have paralyzed 'cause your mamma
E poi ti dice solo cose belle Ma, ma, ma, mamma Maria ma Ma, ma, ma, mamma Maria ma Ma, ma, ma, mamma Maria ma Ma, ma, ma, mamma Maria ma Nel mio
Home To Mamma I've searched through every city; every country To find a girl (the perfect girl) A girl who'll be the one; the one to marry To marry me
Mamma, son tanto felice Perche ritorno da te La mia canzone ti dice Ch'e il piu bel sogno per me Mamma son tanto felice Viver lontano perche? Mamma,
there - taking your last breath I'm holding back the tears - Oh mamma don't die My mamma said... Mamma hold on - give in - let go Release yourself from everything out there Mamma
Mamma look, I love him Mamma look, I love him Mamma look, I love him Mamma look, I love him Mamma look, I love him Mamma look, I love him So? Verse1
in the wind Wheels of time are like caffeine To pass this cup from me kneeling in the tears that drop like blood My face is the glow of destiny Chorus Mamma
I remember Saturdays, helping Mama in her kitchen Conversations prying, baking with passing down the wisdom She said, ?Baby girl, you're a queen and this
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas
Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so sad Mamma, the weeping Mamma, the Angels No sleep in Heaven Or Bethlehem
MAMA WHO BORE ME (REPRISE) (WENDLA & GIRLS) Mama who bore me Mama who gave me Mama the angels Who made me so sad Mama who bore me Mama who gave me
parted Why, why did I ever let you go? Mamma mia, now I really know, My my, I could never let you go. Mamma mia, here I go again My my, how can I resist you? Mamma
's a bad mamma jamma Just as Foxy as can be She's a bad mamma jamma Just as Foxy as can be She's a bad mamma jamma Just as Foxy as can be She's a bad