Call Me Mother [explicit] Lyrics - Rupaul

Guess who's back in the house 

Heels click-clackin' about 

Fine, fresh, feminine, style to eleven 

I'm divine, so heavenly 

Gentlemen sweatin' 

It's dimes across the board with no doubt 

Body like WOW! 

Pussy bouta end this drought 

Titties so plentiful, fishy queen jezebel 

Should be criminal 

Don't make sense for a bitch to be this endowed 

Rock to the south 

What is that sound? 

Watch me drop, drop, drop into the ground 

Wait for the four, drop to the floor 

Add up the tens to get the score 

I been that bitch, yes I love that drama 

Fishy, feminine up-and-comer 

From the Clintons to the Obamas 

I keep it tight, now they call me Mother 

Shady queen bitch, I love that drama 

Fishy, feminine up-and-comer 

From the Clintons to the Obamas 

I keeps it tight, now they call... 

Me... 

Mother... 

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Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na 

Brrat-at-at 

Na-na-na-na-na-now 

Giggity-giggity, how 

Brrat, get back 

Ba-pa-da-pa-pa-POW 

A cunny hunny, a cunny hunny 

A honey bun but I 

Count my money, I count my money 

With a brap-brap, knick to da knick da knick-knack 

I'm back with the freaky money 

Click-clack, ow 

Jaded queen 

Shade machine 

Gangsta lean 

Best believe (Mother Ru) 

Photos 

I'm that Glamazon 

They know my name because I'm on another echelon 

Miss Automatic, Supersonic, I'm a Sass-a-tron 

And I ain't lookin' up to anyone that gams along 

And I'm ready shake the jelly when the jam comes on 

The kind of thing that all the fellas make advances on 

I'm only gettin' out of bed for $ Million 

Now get your camera phone 

Cause in a minute I'm about to be on 

(Here come that girl) 

Here come that girl, o-oh shit what up 

(Give me twirl) 

Give them twirl, that's the bread and butter 

(Clutch them pearls) 

Clutch your pearls, she's the big shot caller 

(Calls me squirrel) 

Get-get run over, over 

None of these bitches is cunty like Ru 

Clockin' these chickens I cluck and they cooped 

Runnin' my business, Miss Boss comin' through 

When I step in you know well what it do 

Uh, y'all know well what it do 

None of these bitches is fuckin' with Ru 

Runnin' my businesses, don't need a whip 

Yes, when I step in, they know well what it do 

When I step in, they know well what it do 

Yeah, bitch, she done already done had hers 

She been done had herses 

Jaded queen 

Shade machine 

Gangsta lean 

Best believe (Mother Ru) 

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na 

Brrat-at-at 

Na-na-na-na-na-now 

Giggity-giggity, how 

Brrat, get back 

Ba-pa-da-pa-pa-POW 

A cunny hunny, a cunny hunny 

A honey bun but I 

Count my money, I count my money 

With a brap-brap, knick to da knick da knick-knack 

I'm back with the freaky money 

Click-clack, ow