Song Min Ho (WINNER) & Moon Hee Kyung – Don’t Call Me Mama (엄마야) lyrics + translation

Song Min Ho (WINNER) & Moon Hee Kyung – Don’t Call Me Mama (엄마야)

Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Don't Call Me Mama
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Don't Call Me Mama

Say ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
ne ga bap so shi ni

ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
a ju sang jo ni ji

ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
no nun so ni yom
ni ba ryom ni

ji gyo ji gyo
Don't Call Me Mama

What's My Name,
What's My Name
Moon HeeGyung
omma i gi jo ne
mot chi ni rum sok
ja Moon HeeGyung wow!
net ta run shik ken
ne ge mu shi jo
chi ga je il
jal lan jul la ra
uk kyo no nun
tak jungi pyon
Eh, no nun gen na
son na rep pa nya
kop pang gwi
kyot ji man
You Feel That Mother Mother
Call Me se non ni
it jin a jum ma gat ta
go om ma rul nol lyo (bi jos so)
mos shi so
ham ma di ga
o ryom ni (Omma mot jo)
nom mil lyo so
sa we ay son
dang dang han de
chi be so nun cha ga jo
ba da gat tun
ku mul kwo do
nan omma ra nun nap pa son

ji gut ji gut te
go mu jang ga be
at chi man
nun bo ryo bo ryo le
kom myon ni ga hek ow
i je ne i se
mot chi ge sal le
ot chap pi a du run Song Minho

hwi jo,
i mu de ye
hong su ga na ge
hwi jo,
mi suk pa ru rul
sok du shi
hwi jo,
du mo ja ga ne Chemistry
jil tu nan da myon
nu jot chi nu jos sok

Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Don't Call Me Mama
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Don't Call Me Mama (Omma!)

Say ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
ne ga bap so shi ni

ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
a ju sang jo ni ji

ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
no nun so ni yom
ni ba ryom ni

ji gyo ji gyo
Don't Call Me Mama

sa shil na nun
hal ma ri yop ji
omma han te jon hwa gi do
wi ju ma ne han bon shik
sa rang he ran
ma rer ner
mu jo gu ro hwa gin nek
I Love You Mom
myot da re
han bon man na go
he yo jil ten
po po do ham
i ron jo ron
nel dul lo bo run don
nu ro bit chu gap ko
me dal chon na re nun
sang wal bi rul bo ne
ok ke pi ra go
jan so ri nun ne ga
do man ni ye
pi ryo wa myon
ma ra da go
pyon ni he wen
nol lo ga shi
ra go o di so du Stress
pul go o shi ra go Okay
a bo ji ja dong
cha bak go ju kei yo
chang mu nu bang tan yu ri
bu wok gen dai
ya shang dul li
gu res so ne ga do bap pu ji
ku bo da jon na jum ja ju weh
ha ru we han bo nun
nim du ne
hyo do ru ra nun
gem mal ga nun da ru ge
o ryo wo Omma an te ja re

hwi jo,
i mu de ye
hong su ga na ge
hwi jo,
mi suk ka ru rul
sok du shi
hwi jo,
du mo ja ga ne Chemistry
jil tu nan da myon
nu jot chi nu jos sok

non na na de jim ma
nan nem mot de ro sal ko ya
(i jen bek se shi de ya)
gu re gon nom
ma ay ban nangi yah (kom nyah)

gil gil de nun shik ki
du run Kill Kill
o run pi ye pi ye
mo du ji ji (cho!)
omma gi jo ne
chong chu ni ya
i got du ra My Dreams
Will Come True

Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Don't Call Me Mama
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Don't Call Me Mama (Omma!)

Say ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
ne ga bap so shi ni

ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
a ju sang jo ni ji

ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
no nun so ni yom
ni ba ryom ni

ji gyo ji gyo
Don't Call Me Mama
Omma ya

TRANSLATION

Mama, why’re you calling me again, mama
Why’re you calling me again, mama, why’re you calling me again
Don’t Call Me Mama
Mama, why’re you calling me again, mama
Why’re you calling me again, mama, why’re you calling me again
Don’t Call Me Mama

Sick and tired, sick and tired, am I a rice cooker?
Sick and tired, sick and tired, are you my master?
Sick and tired, sick and tired
Do you not have hands or feet?
Sick and tired, sick and tired
Don’t Call Me Mama

What’s my name
what’s my name Moon Hee Kyung
Before I’m a mom, I’m the Great Moon Hee Kyung
My daughter is too chic, she ignores me
She thinks she’s the best
Funny, you just have the case of the middle school sickness

You said, does everyone rap now?
And scoffed at me
You feel that mother
mother call me, fierce unni
I’m a gangster woman
Make fun of your mom? I’m mad now
Is it so hard to say that I’m cool?
(Mom, you’re cool) you’re behind now

I’m confident outside
But I become small in the house
I dream big dreams like the ocean
But I’m a wrecked ship called Mom

I’m sick and tired of wearing rubber gloves and apron
I wanna throw them out, why don’t you do them?
I wanna live my life now
My name is Song Min Ho anyway

Stir it up so there’s a flood on this stage
Stir it up like you’re stirring a drink
Stir it up
Chemistry between mother and son
If you’re jealous, it’s too late

Mama, why’re you calling me again, mama
Why’re you calling me again, mama, why’re you calling me again
Don’t Call Me Mama
Mama, why’re you calling me again, mama
Why’re you calling me again, mama, why’re you calling me again
Don’t Call Me Mama

Sick and tired, sick and tired, am I a rice cooker?
Sick and tired, sick and tired, are you my master?
Sick and tired, sick and tired
Do you not have hands or feet?
Sick and tired, sick and tired
Don’t Call Me Mama

I actually don’t have anything to say
I only call my mom once every 2 weeks
Sometimes I say I love you out of duty
I love you mom
I see her once every few months
And I kiss her when we say goodbye

Paying back debt with the money I made by doing this and that
Sending her money on the first of each month to feel good
I’m the one who nags more
If you need me, tell me
Go away on an overseas vacation
Wherever it is, relieve some stress

OK
Dad, I’ll buy you a new car
Bulletproof windows
A diamond chandelier in the kitchen
So I’m even busier
Instead of that, call more often
It’s hard to call once a day
Being good to your parents is harder than you think
So be good to your mom

Stir it up so there’s a flood on this stage
Stir it up like you’re stirring a drink
Stir it up
Chemistry between mother and son
If you’re jealous, it’s too late

Don’t interfere, I’ll live how I want
It’s the time of the 100s now
This is a mother’s rebellion
(Problem?)

All you bastards who are laughing, kill kill
Avoid me, everyone type GG
Before I’m a mother, I’m a young woman, you all
My dreams will come true

Mama, why’re you calling me again, mama
Why’re you calling me again, mama, why’re you calling me again
Don’t Call Me Mama
Mama, why’re you calling me again, mama
Why’re you calling me again, mama, why’re you calling me again
Don’t Call Me Mama

Sick and tired, sick and tired, am I a rice cooker?
Sick and tired, sick and tired, are you my master?
Sick and tired, sick and tired
Do you not have hands or feet?
Sick and tired, sick and tired
Don’t Call Me Mama

Mama

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