I can give you is love Mama I love you, mama I care Mama I love you, mama my friend My friend Mama I love you, mama I care Mama I love you, mama
I can give you is love Mama I love you, mama I care Mama I love you, mama my friend My friend Mama I love you, mama I care Mama I love you, mama my friend
your eyes All I can give you is love Mama, I love you, Mama, I care Mama, I love you, Mama, my friend Mama, I love you, Mama, I care Mama, I love you, Mama
Tradução: Spice Girls. Mamá.
Tradução: Spice Girls. Mama (en vivo en Estambul).
can give you is love Mama I love you, mama I care Mama I love you, mama my friend My friend Mama I love you, mama I care Mama I love you, mama
I can give you is love Mama I love you, mama I care Mama I love you, mama my friend My friend Mama I love you, mama I care Mama I love you, mama my
Mama I love you, mama I care Mama I love you, mama my friend My friend Mama I love you, mama I care Mama I love you, mama my friend You're my friend Mama
Up?) Me Hear Your Body Callin'. [Verse 4] Paul Wall: Hey! My Boo Cooler Than A Cup Of Ice, Sexy Mama Lookin' Hotter Than A Cajun Spice. Fly, Dressed
wait Mean girls, take your date Mean girls, make stuff up Mean girls, just bad luck Mean girls, stink Mean girls, best friends forever Mean girls, almost never Mean girls, whatever Mean girls Hey, mean girls
lounging in my chair? Who's that casting devious stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream Yeah, yeah mama, this surely is a dream Dig it, yeah mama
mind right) (C'mon little mama, c'mon) I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat (Get your mind right mami, get your mind right) (C'mon baby girl
shit like a bitch Makin them cut off your light switch when that trigger finger itch Nigga it's my life, it's fine like that black Spice Girl Bitin they
Edna girl, you're lookin' so Recruitable Why sit in the bleachers Timid and afraid When Edna, You can be your own parade! TRACY So? How 'bout it, Mama
It ain't a man's world (You go girl!) No more sugar and spice (And everything nice) (repeat) CHORUS It's a she thing and it's all in me (It ain't nothin
it's time for lunch My lips still rock Lil mama melon with the hot pink top Cherry, vanilla, Flavors is a virtue they Loving, lip gloss universal The boys really like it the girls
rock Lil mama melon with the hot pink top Cherry, vanilla, Flavors is a virtual they Loving, lip gloss universal The boys really like it the girls
