Yes,
now, yeah.
Cool, now, yeah.
Yeah.
Who am I?
It's just a girl, them sugar.
All right.
Here, now.
Oh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Oh,
na, na, na,
na.
Slim, slim, ma.
Who got the keys to my be-ma?
Who am I?
It's the girls, them sugar.
Who am I?
Make love to a fella in a rush.
Pass me the keys to my truck.
Who am I?
The
girls, them luck.
And I, and I, we make love to precious.
You a bubble, get ready, plug
a bucket.
Drop it,
you nigga,
you nigga,
if you a stick *.
Drop it, you ox, I like
a cow, you wanna chop it.
Drop it,
you thick ox,
I like a gong,
you wanna dig it.
It's
like a riverside up on the bank,
can you take it?
It's like a bicycle, so you only turn
to me, so long as you listen to me lyrics.
I say, slim, slim, ma.
Who got the keys to
my be-ma?
Who am I?
It's the girls, them sugar.
How can I make love to a fella in a rush?
Pass from the keys to my tux
Who am I?
The girls them lock
And my inner heart
We make love to precious rocks
Anything she want I will give it unto she
I can't believe today my friend them tell me that she flee
I don't believe his anger and I don't believe his grief
I don't believe his sooze and all the other girls I greet
Love for me she have that is the only thing I need
I don't intend right now just to lose my main squeeze
Oh Guantanamela you a killer
You leave your U.O.T.
on me but the under pressure
My love a diya that kill mosquito Wheneva
the ride you know you got the power
But Sim Sima who got the keys to my bima Who am I?
The girls them sugar
How can I make love to a fella in a rush Pass me the keys to my tux
Who am I?
The girls them lock And I inner heart we make love to precious rocks
I tell myself I don't want nobody else to ever love me
You are my guiding star my shining light I love you baby
But that day you leave and you gone
I know that girls they showing crazy
I know the girls love some all of them around come
Cause the world of them want this baby
I told you once and I told you twice That I am the girls them sugar
Now the girls them attack me and the girls
them rush me Because them a driving the bima
The girls them flavor I am no slaver I am the help and hope helper
And the girls that watch I want to hear And
the Sim Sima pass me the keys to my bima
Who am I?
The girls them sugar How can I make love to a fella in a rush
Pass me the keys to my tux Who am I?
The girls them lock
And I inner heart we make love to precious rocks I
tell myself I don't want nobody else to ever love me