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letra de mother ate - jane bell

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[chorus]
crazy how the very first sin was a woman who ate
a woman who ate
she served and l!cked the plate

crazy how the very first sin was a woman who ate
she chose her fate
and she said no to heaven’s gate

she’s mother and mother f-cking ate

[verse 1]
devoured
no crumbs left in sight
her power, the queen of the night

the apple
of all of our eyes
she’s ours she gave us our life

[refrain]
(oooo) serve it up on a silvеr platter
(oooo) will you taste that forbidden fruit?
(oooo) takе a bite boy it doesn’t matter

[chorus]
(da da da da da)
crazy how the very first sin was a woman who ate
a woman who ate
she served and l!cked the plate
crazy how the very first sin was a woman who ate
she chose her fate
and she said no to heaven’s gate

she’s mother and mother f-cking ate

[post-chorus 1]
(da da da da da) ate
(da da da da da) ate
(da da da da da) she’s mother and mother f-cking ate
(da da da da da) ate
(da da da da da) ate
(da da da da da) she’s mother and mother f-cking ate

[verse 2]
the hottest
that body and face
you want it so come get a taste

she’s a goddess
and she loves that little snake
and honestly, i feel the same

[refrain]
(oooo) serve it up on a silver platter
(oooo) will you taste that forbidden fruit?
(oooo) take a bite boy it doesn’t matter
[chorus]
(da da da da da)
crazy how the very first sin was a woman who ate
a woman who ate
she served and l!cked the plate

crazy how the very first sin was a woman who ate
she chose her fate
and she said no to heaven’s gate

she’s mother and mother f-cking ate

[post-chorus 1]
(da da da da da) ate
(da da da da da) ate
(da da da da da) she’s mother and mother f-cking ate
(da da da da da) ate
(da da da da da) ate
(da da da da da) she’s mother and mother f-cking ate

[post-chorus 2]
yeah she ate that, ate that up (da da da da da)
ate that, ate that up (da da da da da)
ate that, ate that up (da da da da da)
she’s mother and mother f-cking ate
yeah she ate that, ate that up (da da da da da)
ate that, ate that up (da da da da da)
ate that, ate that up (da da da da da)
she’s mother and mother f-cking ate

[bridge]
that’s my girl, the original diva
b-tch is sickening, hotter than a fever
jaws on the floor every time that you see her
you ain’t gotta question, i’m a believer
3-star flawless, sittin’ pretty polished
gettin’ all the dollars, you can’t handle all this
giving tree of knowledge, ready to demolish
b-tch she’s mother and mother f-cking ate

[post-chorus 1]
(da da da da da) ate (you better motherf-ckin’ work b-tch)
(da da da da da) ate
(da da da da da) she’s mother and mother f-cking ate
(da da da da da) ate (motherf-ckin’ ate bro)
(da da da da da) ate
(da da da da da) she’s mother and mother f-cking ate

[post-chorus 2]
yeah she ate that, ate that up
ate that, ate that up
ate that, ate that up
she’s mother and mother f-cking ate (she brought that house down)

yeah she ate that, ate that up
ate that, ate that up
ate that, ate that up
she’s mother and mother f-cking ate

- jane bell

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