Poor Fat Mama..
There was once a fat mama wearing her bling bling.
She was dancin' the whole night away doin' her thing thing.
She danced so hard gettin' on her groove..
She got stuck and couldn't move.
Poor fat mama had to sell her bling.
To pay the EMS bill, that was there on the scene.
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