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Lil Mama Album


VYP: Voice Of The Young People (04/29/2008)
04/29/2008
1.
Intro
2.
3.
One Hit Wonder
4.
Get Loose Request
5.
Shawty Get Loose (feat. Chris Brown and T-Pain)
6.
What It Is (Strike a Pose) (feat. T-Pain)
7.
8.
Gotta Go Deeper (Skit)
9.
Stand Up
10.
11.
College (feat. Yirayah)
12.
Emotional Rollercoasters (Skit)
13.
Broken Pieces
14.
15.
Truly In Love (feat. Peter Toh)
16.
Look At My Life (Skit)
17.
18.
Pick It Up
19.
On Fire (bonus track)
20.
Girlfriend (Remix) (Avril Lavigne feat. Lil Mama; bonus track)
. . .

Intro

[No lyrics]

. . .


Is Poppin-Poppin-Poppin-Poppin [x2]

What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know 'Bout Me
What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know

I Said My Lip Gloss Is Cool, My Lip Gloss Be Poppin'
I'm Standing At My Locker, And All The Boys Keep Stoppin'

What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know 'Bout Me
What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know

I Said My Lip Gloss Is Poppin', My Lip Gloss Is Cool
All Da Boys Keep Jockin', They Chase Me After School

Mac, Mac, Loreal, Yep Cuz I'm Worth It
O, The Way I Put It On So Perfect
Wipe, The Corners Of My Mouth So I Work It
When I Walk Down The Hallway, They Can't Say Nothin'

Ooo, Oh, Oh My Lips So Luscious
The Way I Spice It Up With The Mac Mac Brushes
Loreal Got Them Want Watermelon Crushes
Thats Probably The Reason All These Boys Got Crushes

What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know 'Bout Me
What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know

I Said My Lip Gloss Is Cool, My Lip Gloss Be Poppin'
Im Standin At My Locker, And All The Boys Keep Stoppin'

What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know Bout Me
What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know

I Said My Lip Gloss Is Poppin', My Lip Gloss Is Cool
All Da Boys Keep Jockin', They Chase Me After School

When It's Time For Lunch, My Lips Still Rock
Lil Mama Melon With The Hot Pink Top
Cherry, Vanilla, Flavors Is A Virtue
They Lovin' Lip Gloss Universal

The Boys Really Like It, The Girls Don't Speak
They, Rollin They Eyes, They Lip Gloss Cheap
It Ain't My Fault, But I Can Upgrade You
Show You How To Use Nice Things With Nice Flavors

What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know 'Bout Me
What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know

I Said My Lip Gloss Is Cool, My Lip Gloss Be Poppin'
I'm Standing At My Locker, And All The Boys Keep Stoppin'

What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know 'Bout Me
What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know

I Said My Lip Gloss Is Poppin', My Lip Gloss Is Cool
All Da Boys Keep Jockin', They Chase Me After School

Cuz My Lip Gloss Is Poppin' (Is Poppin,' Is Poppin', Is Poppin') [x2]

**No Music**

Sittin In 8th Period, Thought I Was In Trouble
Bing! Called Me On The Loud Speaker, On The Double
I Stepped In The Office Like “yes Miss. Maclarson
Shes Like “girl Ran Out Of My Lip Gloss And...
Write Down Where You Get Yours From
Cuz I Must Admit That Bubble Gum, Is Poppin' (Is Poppin', Is Poppin') She Ain't Frontin

And Uh... I Be Lovin' It, I Be, I Be Lovin' It
And Uh... I Be Usin' It, I Be, I Be Usin It
And Uh... I Be Rubbin' It, I Be, I Be Rubbin' It
On My Lips, My Lips Uh... My Lip Gloss

What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know 'Bout Me
What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know

I Said My Lip Gloss Is Cool, My Lip Gloss Be Poppin'
I'm Standing At My Locker, And All The Boys Keep Stoppin'

What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know 'Bout Me
What You Know 'Bout Me, What Cha, What Cha Know

I Said My Lip Gloss Is Poppin', My Lip Gloss Is Cool
All Da Boys Keep Jockin', They Chase Me After School

. . .

One Hit Wonder

[No lyrics]

. . .

Get Loose Request

[No lyrics]

. . .


Get ready to inhale shit (nasty indian flute)
In the crib in the club on the block
It it dnt matta
(random shit) it dnt matta
In the crib in the club on the block
It dnt matta
(random shit) it dnt matta
In the crib in the club on the block
It dnt matta
Work that thang till ya momma head splatta
Work that thang twerk that thang
Be careful girl yo gone break yo tan
Now throw ya bras in the air
Wave em side to side
Hit the performer
Make the ground rock
Just a younign that wanna have fun
Dnt stop just work yo bodaaaaaay

Hey heyyyyyyy
When u shimmey on th front porch
Get loose once moh
The way we get loose we crack our spines
Fowards left back
Get on them nuts like janet jack
Get on the flow let em know u nasty
Make it happen shift (random shit)
Cross the flow let em know was crackn

Shawty get loose
Baby do wat u do just wash that nasty hurrr
Shawty get loose
Hit the dance flo (random shit) GNAT like it's gone (random shit)
Shawty get loose
Crunk back baby break down do yo thang in a falsetto
Shawty get loose
We didn't kno you could break it down like that lil girl
I like lil girrrrls you could break it down like that

You better hurt somebody
You better shank somebody body body

L-O-L you better ax sumbodeh
Hoppin n ma car (random shit) ma body
Ya'll dnt really want it with (random shit) topless
Wen I spit ma shit it floats like pacman and tetris (still keeps saying random shit)
So tick how I make u sick
Gibba gibba ya'll taste ma bitch
It's a reason why I spit what I spit cause I spit u can't stop the spit and the spit is the shit so
This chicks don't stank like me
I'm a compact girl u can transport me
And all a ya'll scared a me
Though u lost yo girl at Fed-X but she with me
Ma flow will twist u like twista so sick I'm a little blistah nigga
Magical I'm so smooth like Bridgette
BK is my twin midget

Shawty get loose
Baby do wat u do just wash that nasty hurrr
Shawty get loose
Hit the dance flo (random shit) GNAT like it's gone (random shit)
Shawty get loose
Crunk back baby break down do yo thang in a falsetto
Shawty get loose
We didn't kno you could break it down like that lil girl
I like lil girrrrls you could break it down like that

Rat tat ma lil niggas a drumma boy
Dipset so low lil nigga
Drumma boy ratta ratta ratta
Nigga dipset nigga boy drum
HO!

Shawty get shawty get loose inside
Watch em shank piquito mommy she got real hurrrrrr
I be steppn n the club only cameras stare
They like girl get the f**k out
Wash sex blow BLOW
When wash sex blow BLOW
When u wash f**ks go
COME ON DORA!

Who know u wanna end up like me
Poor and ashy layin on the street
U can be anything you wanna be
Just open ya legs for a dollah a peice
Kuhz I carry the weight when I eat the cake
Show u how to shake the snake and eat the tape
OOOOOH!
Shake and bake
U can steal that?
Yeh I can bitch I'm piquito mommy!

MOGALY MOGALY! (nasty flute)
DONT YOU HATE THEM OTHER DJS!
YEH
(explosions) (bush screams)
(robot bullets) (wtfs)
Heres a real boy for sale!

. . .

What It Is (Strike a Pose)

[No lyrics]

. . .


If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem, tell um Lil' Mama.

Uh uh, no way, you can show me how.(x2)
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
You can show me how
To G-slide

Lil' Mama tour bus may ride through your town
Take a time, show you how
To do the G-slide, let me show you how
To G-slide
Let's Go!

Lil' Mama get it poppin' puttin' work
G-slide for me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)

Lil' Mama get it poppin' puttin' work
G-slide for me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)

When I bump up on the track it's like
(Whoop, there's it is)
From the block parties to house parties
I gets it in
I'ma bump Bee's a knees
And that's exactly what I meant
Young beats from the east
So you know I puts it in
I'm that ghetto gorgeous guess girl
With the fly east line, (is wretch you know)
By the way that I'm built on the track (Ya Know)
You ain't never see a girl like this before (Oh no)
My heart seems fly high
We run until we di-ie
We're ninto new to be
Yeppin and always trying to get by
But I don't hear
It goes in one ear and out the other
Told him how to G-slide and insult his mother
Get get down big Mama'
I can dig it, you got it
But when my track starts the G
A stampede startin'

Lil' Mama tour bus may ride through your town
Take a time, show you how
To do the G-slide, let me show you how
To G-slide
Let's Go!

Lil' Mama get it poppin' puttin' work (I put it work)x3
Lil' Mama get it poppin' puttin' work (Hey!)

New shirt (New shirt)
New kicks (New kicks)
New Pants
G-slide the new dance
No auto maw
We live in the new times
Lil' ma musta artist for me
Is the new grime
More money, more money
More shine
She the princess of the city
I'm her son boy shine
Top the dime
Shorty got cake like uh
Duncan Hines, come on G-slide

Callin' me T,
Seeing hugs of sabrina ping daddy
And when the time is going down
Make you ring daddy
That mean you got to feel me
Cause I'm might make you fly
And if your G-slide slow
You better pick it up
G-slide with me
Be shy do it
See shorty lookin' over from the side viewin'
I'm 'bout to hook him up
And show him how to do it
Slide right, slide left
Hit time

Lil' Mama tour bus may ride through your town
Take a time, show you how
To do the G-slide, let me show you how
To G-slide
Let's Go!

Lil' mama get it poppin
Stand on the streets so the people yell
Just lookin' at me like
No fair, I'm here, No fair
And my heart gonna nip you girls
I bet you gonna live no losses
I switch verses like sauces
That prego sauce be poppin
She so hot
When I go bring them down to poppin
Now you tip and try to touch
May end up with red spots
When it's hot, then it's hot
If it's ain't, then it's not
Wait, you walk over
There's no room up on the spot
Cause I spot little creatures trying to turn beast (turn beast)
Go feast
They better turn because I'm red meat(meat)
And it's wait wait to see me
I'd like to work for tv
In the hood
In the hood
Is probably where I must be

Lil' Mama tour bus may ride through your town
Take a time, show you how
To do the G-slide, let me show you how
To G-slide

. . .

Gotta Go Deeper

[No lyrics]

. . .

Stand Up

[No lyrics]

. . .


Chorus:
L: is for the liars that had surrounded me
I: insecurity, my head down in these streets
F: my future; there isn’t one
E: ternal hope, and this is my life

I wake up every day to the same old foster mother
I ain’t got no pictures of my mother
She was a crack fiend, nothing like Pac-mother
She didn’t make a difference
Even doe she could’ve MOMMA
SHAME, shame on my life
Papa tried to sell me twice
On the stop by
Look in my eyes, bags from the tears that I cried
And the people who lied
Telling me that this was my place
Phony tried to smile in my face
But I should’ve knew something was real
Smile when she open the mail
Kept a nice mink on her back
Meanwhile I got a goose and my gooses got patches
I’m so mad, this is me
I’m so hurt, this is me
So why should it be
But I’m a be alright

Chorus:
L: is for the liars that had surrounded me
I: insecurity, my head down in these streets
F: my future; there isn’t one
E: ternal hope, and this is my life

I’m pregnant by a dude and he’s not 16
But, I like his style, his whip is mean
Momma told me to find a man to take care of me
And he does buy me things but he beats on me
I come to her for a little advice
She tolds her something’s up with a black eye,
Telling me to know my place
So, I stay, wait for my body phase
Telling myself that it’s just a pregnancy phase
When all, in reality I’m being discouraged and disrespected and under depression
And I don’t really blame the man
I blame my mother for not teaching me the different types of man
Life never understood its stand
My side of the story being that it's so consistent
18 years and 9 months developing, raising in prison
I guess I'll never make a difference

Chorus:
L: is for the liars that had surrounded me
I: insecurity, my head down in these streets
F: my future; there isn’t one
E: ternal hope, and this is my life

On, on from a nothing to orphans, the least of my problems
Appears like déjà vu, stomach is starving
Free lunch, breakfast, evenly I departed
So ashamed of a life that was started
I ask God if He could take the pain away
He made me in denial of every word I pray
Every day it's the same old no talent
I’m feeling like my life is unbalanced
No telling what tomorrow gonna look like, yeah right
Wrapped up in a fast light for suicide act
Why is my life set up for failure ya'll
I can care less what the people say to ya'll
We break out in rage, venting all the hurt inside
Who am I to tell you what you failed to realize
The voice that you hold within you, the voice that you are, the voice of the young people

Chorus:
L: is for the liars that had surrounded me
I: insecurity, my head down in these streets
F: my future; there isn’t one
E: ternal hope, and this is my life

. . .

College

[No lyrics]

. . .

Emotional Rollercoasters

[No lyrics]

. . .

Broken Pieces

[No lyrics]

. . .


[Chorus:]
He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown (drown)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown
He wanna swim

[Verse 1:]
Straight out of the ocean I was raised in the water
Find my way to swim shore to the boy with two legs me I'm a mermaid
Different lifestyles and?
He wanna swim

And I don't mind that
But I don't know if can keep up with where I'm at
I'm surrounded by sharks and they all bite
And quick to attack if they sense what they don't like like
He can't swim with me
Cause if I walk with him
He gon' still my speed so I can't talk to him
But if he keep up and fight through the waves
Fight through the pressure and the gust of your days
Test water with toes and dive in brave
You better follow your nose cause I'm so hey hey
Hard to catch up with so he can't fit
Threw his life jacket on and still can't catch this
Girl

[Chorus:]
He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown (drown)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown
He wanna swim

He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown (drown)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown
He wanna swim

[Verse 2:]
In the part of the water that drip drip drip from a piece that boarder
Nates on my wardrobe
Hate with my wardrobe
Don't match with my boy oh
He wanna swim

With with I
Come and doggy paddle with a girl so fly
Talkin' a boy he ain't never seen a girl like my my ha ha ha
He wanna swim

I know that game
You better off keepin' it real for a change
Makin' things more than I knew they was
And he doin' that just because
He wanna swim

From the pond to the pool to the river to the ocean
Boy I see you
Enter my world you'll see how we do
No stat work work premiere to
Preview ooo

[Chorus:]
He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown (drown)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown
He wanna swim

He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown (drown)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown
He wanna swim

[Bridge:]
I know you want to swim boy I know you want to
I know you want to swim boy I know you want to
He wanna swim

I know you want to swim boy I know you want to
I know you want to swim boy I know you want to
He wanna swim

Hey you can swim with me break it down do the swim with me oh
It's like that
You can swim with me break it down do the swim with me oh
You like that

You can swim with me break it down do the swim with me hey
It's like that
You can swim with me break it down do the swim with me hey
You got it oh

[Chorus:]
He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown (drown)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown
He wanna swim

He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
He walking but he wanna swim with me (swim with me)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown (drown)
Either way there's no way he gon' drown
He wanna swim

He wanna swim (swim)

He wanna swim (swim)

. . .

Truly In Love

[No lyrics]

. . .

Look At My Life

[No lyrics]

. . .


Chorus
I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to da A-Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain’t even put, put, put it down

And when I’m flippin’ the script and they gon be like-Oh
And if I skip em’ or chip em’ they gon be like-No
Cause when I’m spittin’ they sittin’ cause they already-Know

This Real Music I Make It Hot

Verse
It’s Little Mama voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed..Whoa!
I’m about dat fetty, about that dat dough, about dat flow
After me that’s as far as it goes
Cause Little Mama got whips and chains
The only time you see it bark is at a tear for I’m a walk ya game
Been G’d up since Hawk was lain
So you doubt me you doubt ya brain
Must, must be insane to ever thinkin’ that a chick like B could ever, ever see a chick like me
That’s Crazy!
And if you ever thought that it might be
Then you betta step ya J-O-B, Up Baby!
Been crazy since I was a baby!
Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy
Let the whole world know I gets crazy!
Wit da music I make it hot

Chorus

Hot, hot my lyrics be popping
Oh how I could just spit it so sloppy
The way that I be rocking they probably think I’m cocky
But they don’t know about me I grab it til I lock it-Down
They pointin’ fingaz and chose me cause I’m a hold it-Down
I’m spittin records and bet this you can’t control it-Now
They spinning’ records and notice that I’ma hold it-Down
Wit da music I make it pop

Pop, Pop dough school, pro tool,
Get in da booth and I’ma show you how a pro do
Me to you whom
Not even I could stand up when I
Why try look, my eyes don’t lie
I don’t see nobody close as I
I been lookin’ through my periphial vision and I
Start to wonder hypnosed is I
Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I,

Chorus

It’s Little Mama!
Voice of the Young People!

This Real Music I Make It Hot

It’s Little Mama!!!!

. . .

Pick It Up

[No lyrics]

. . .


Hot Hot Hot
Hot Hot Hot
Im Burnin Up

[Chorus:]
Oh! Im On Fire Hit Me I Gotta Stop Hay! I Gotta Drop
(Whoah) And Roll! Cause Im Burnin Up!

[Lil Mama:]
If You A Fan Hands In The Air Spend 360 Hot Cool Me Down
Many Drinkin Ish See Im Blowin Flames At You Girls Like
The Back Of The Bat Mobile Or The Front If I Front You
Steal Wouldnt Be Able To Practice Well Cover You Up
Like Gasoline And Matress Well (Boom!)
Blow You Away Have You Lookin Like Chucky At The End
They Threw Him In The Fire Cant Play In The Park Wit
Me Sumthin Like The End Of The Day Roll Wit Me Ima Show
You Where You Gon Lay Where I Put You Is Where You
Stay Should Of Known When The Street Lights Is On You Off
Im On Been Hood Since Born So Strong So Long To The Rest
Of You Youngins Sit Around Watch Now Bout To Teach You Sumthin

[Chorus:]
Oh! Im On Fire Hit Me I Gotta Stop Hay! I Gotta Drop
(Whoah) And Roll! Cause Im Burnin Up!

[Lil Mama:]
Listen To This They Feelin My Style Lovin My Posture The Way
I Break It Down The Industry Got A Problem 16 Spit A Hot 16
Like No Problem Yeah The Deal 16 Mill You Got A Problem
You Start Them Ima Come Finish Them Like My Name
Sonya Blaze I ???? Most Chick Teenage Rappers Kno I Put It
In Im Gowin In Everytime I Touch The Pen Then Again Is
What They Say Before They Test Me My Hot Tracks They
Keep Gowin Like Im Jetly Trust Me All Who Write Gotta
Respect Me Trust Me I Dos Right Gotta Contest Me Dont Let
Me Get Beside Myself Cause Then I Double Myself Thats How
You Trouble Yourself Me Plus Me Equals Eweee She Got It
Bad Skill-Sum Path Of Mine Grown Women Never Had

[Chorus:]
Oh! Im On Fire Hit Me I Gotta Stop Hay! I Gotta Drop
(Whoah) And Roll! Cause Im Burnin Up! [x2]

[Lil Mama:]
So Far Ahead Of Myself Im Bout To Start A New Life Me
Slaughter You Not Nice Mama Mc But She Kno I Spit Light
Right You Betta Think Twice So Let Me Do What I Dos Dos
And Stick To Flows M A Sticker Heard You Stick To Yours
I Deliever A Quick My Union Is Busting To Make You A
Believer Even Bruce Springstings

[Chorus:]
Oh! Im On Fire Hit Me I Gotta Stop Hay! I Gotta Drop
(Whoah) And Roll! Cause Im Burnin Up! [x4]

. . .


Lil Mama and Avril Lavinge remix
Lil Mama and Avril Lavinge remix
Lil Mama and Avril Lavinge remix
Lil Mama and Avril Lavinge remix

Hey, hey, you, you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey, hey, you, you
I could be your girlfriend

(I could be your girl, Lil Mama be your girlfriend)

Hey, hey, you, you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
No, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you
I want to be your girlfriend

(I could be your girl, Lil Mama be your girlfriend)

Don't get me twisted Lil Mama got her paper on
That means I’m a paper chaser rock I chase my paper on
And I know we chasin paper that you be chasin on
I just deliver the lyrics that people focus on
Get up in the booth and a chopped up song
Put it in a store and they go cops on
Everybody know that its no combo
Ya Betta lay low like popo
Case ya aint know betta already know
I go's in like project so
So get it biggie mama b-r-double o-k-lyn drama

Hey, hey, you, you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey, hey, you, you
I could be your girlfriend

(I could be your girl, Lil Mama be your girlfriend)

Hey, hey, you, you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
No, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you
I want to be your girlfriend

(I could be your girl Lil Mama be your girlfriend)

Pleas ain't far to stop
All I knows sixteen to pop
Told ya ya'll better ask my pop
Been doin this since hop on pop
Ahh tell tha brotha can't stop
Problem is I'm cracked on rocks
Problem is they love my modest
Style so I gotta go hard
der than I did before
her style is crossover
pee wee curlin Lil Mama
miss curtlyn is goin in
so when you see me in the drop top shades
in tha summa time blazin you wanna be my boyfriend.

Hey, hey, you, you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey, hey, you, you
I could be your girlfriend

(I could be your girl, Lil Mama be your girlfriend)

Hey, hey, you, you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
No, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you
I want to be your girlfriend

(I could be your girl, Lil Mama be your girlfriend)

(Uh)
In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger
'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better
There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in
She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?

(Uh)
In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger
'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better
There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in
She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?

I ain't haten but
Your girl's a bird
You by my side
Make it work
You and her that sounds absurd
Me and you GO betta ya heard?
Ya ain't hear other girls laugh in the back
that's cause I speak crack on tha track
I'ma keep it real boy
I'm trying to mack
Let me know if you down with that
Me and yo girlfriend we aint no tie
You betta ask T.I
I'm telling you like Jennifer Hudson
I got plastic elastic in the back
Of the jaguar sure cause that's whats poppin
Tiger purses bank is filled
I laugh 'cause this is nothing

Hey, hey, you, you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey, hey, you, you
I could be your girlfriend

(I could be your girl, Lil Mama be your girlfriend)

Hey, hey, you, you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
No, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you
I want to be your girlfriend

(I could be your girl, Lil Mama be your girlfriend)

Lil Mama and Avril Lavinge

No way no way hey hey!

. . .


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