Lyrics

RED HOT COOKIN’ MOMMA - Words and Music by WANITA

Oh, get outta my face while you still can
This big wild Momma’s got a frying pan
Ready to crack ya little soft egg wide open
But he likes his sunny sides poached not fried
You’ll find that girlie you can run not hide
When the red-hot cookin’ Momma gets through with you.

Oh, ya think your game by sittin’ there sayin’
He don’t love me no more when you should be praying
You think I’d give him up to the likes of you?
Well, a man’s got two brains can’t take too much temptin’
Girlie you sure do take some beatin’
There ain’t no pretty names for hoes like you.

Oh, crocodile tears I can see your crying.
Just like chickens they’re a good for fryin’
You say I don’t turn him on like you do
I don’t need to flaunt myself so publicly
I love my man at home more subtely
I can pull the sheets right out from you.

Oh, women like you I know when they’re lyin’
I got two burners turned up for frying
Ready to crack ya little soft egg wide open
He don’t like his eggs so sloppy on the inside
I’ll turn you up till you’re ready to slide
When this red-hot cookin Momma gets through with you.

Well get outta my face while you still can
This big wild Momma’s got a frying pan
Ready to crack ya little soft egg wide open
But he likes his sunny sides poached not fried
You’ll find out girlie you can’t run and hide
When this red-hot cookin’ Momma gets through with you.

When this red-hot cookin’ Momma gets through with you.