Thank Yo Momma (feat. Migos)
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Thank Yo Momma (feat. Migos)
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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
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
I just wanna thank yo mama, wanna let you know I 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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