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Mother Hips Magazine

herself into a magazine Like every preacher needs a sinner and the gangster likes the sub-machine, experts get paid by the beginners and the bombshell needs her magazine

herself into a magazine Like every preacher needs a sinner and the gangster likes the sub-machine, experts get paid by the beginners and the bombshell needs her magazine

me wanna pull a nike words on the tip of my tongue and it might be urge in my hips and I'm sprung like bike seats when you spoke you turned my wheels

above her Get it from her mother, did it to her brother Magazine cover, glad to meet a hustler Shorty whassup? She had She had Hennessey hips and Belve

la ((continue)) ((That's pretty good, I like that)) Thanks (( I'm feelin' it, Ya see my hips movin'? I'm feelin it.)) You're old enough To be my mother

I gotta brang it, this woman dangerous None other, who's her lover, this above her Get it from her mother, did it to her brother Magazine cover, glad

in my grip Chorus : Bring me flowers, make sure you're not seen Put down the phone, pick up a magazine Trouble I'm so tired of hanging in the dark Ignite me with your mother

((continue)) ((That?s pretty good, I like that)) Thanks (( I?m feelin? it, Ya see my hips movin?? I?m feelin it.)) You?re old enough To be my mother

continue)) ((That?s pretty good, I like that)) Thanks (( I?m feelin? it, Ya see my hips movin?? I?m feelin it.)) You?re old enough To be my mother ((