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
Übersetzung: Spice Girls. Mama.
Übersetzung: Spice Girls. Mama (Live In Istanbul).
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
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
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
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
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
bag religion!" Religion That's my decision Some of that "make me feel better when I shout!!!" religion That's my decision Papa Henry was full of spice
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