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Heather Headley Hey Mama


What me and my girls plan to do was hang around,
Have fun, girl talk, talk real loud.
Then I get approached by a man that probably didn't know I demand respect,
All I wanna do is your offers necklace and brag about his big vet house in
Texas,
So I told myself it's time to make my exit, then he had the nerve to grab
My arm and say

Hey mama, won't you, won't you,
Come here to bar, I won't stop you.
Hey mama, come here, sit down,
Let me holla at you, got something for ya'
Hey mama, won't you, won't you,
Come here to bar, I won't stop you.
Hey mama, come here, sit down,
Let me holla at you, got something for ya'

I feel like creeping myself, rolling my eyes, snapping my fingers, then
I'll be alive
He thinks I could be his extra on the side, he must be one of those guys
One of those guys that think I should be mesmerized by his car or I could
Be impressed so easily.
Instead of being strong and classy. You don't know me.

Hey mama, won't you, won't you,
Come here to bar, I won't stop you.
Hey mama, come here, sit down,
Let me holla at you, got something for ya'
Hey mama, won't you, won't you,
Come here to bar, I won't stop you.
Hey mama, come here, sit down,
Let me holla at you, got something for ya'

I could've been yours so easily,
'Cause you're the kind of guy to stay with me.
But you played yourself, try to tie that lie with someone else.
Not that kind of girl, who would come around you just because you called.
I need a man who can love me even without the little things he could get
Me.

Hey mama, won't you, won't you,
Come here to bar, I won't stop you.
Hey mama, come here, sit down,
Let me holla at you, got something for ya'
Hey mama, won't you, won't you,
Come here to bar, I won't stop you.
Hey mama, come here, sit down,
Let me holla at you, got something for ya'

If you play your cards right played,
Treat me like I wanna be treated,
Maybe one day I'll sing you a little song
And say

Hey papa, won't you come here to mama, I won't stop you
Hey papa, come here, sit down, let me holla at you, got some for you.
Hey papa, won't you, won't you come here to mama, I won't stop you.
Hey papa, come here, sit down, let me holla at you, got something for you.

Hey mama, hey mama,
Got something for you



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