Yes,
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.
Sim, sim, ma.
Who got the keys to my bimba?
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 cock and break the hip like a bucket.
Drop it,
you nigga,
you nigga,
if you a stick *.
Drop it,
you ox and like a cow,
you all a chop it.
Drop it,
you pig,
ox and like a goat,
you all a dig it.
He's like a river side up on the bank and you take it.
He's like a bicycle so you hold it and that *.
So you watch it,
so you crash it,
so you actually say you *** it.
Girl, she a beg you and a ball, say fist a feet.
Bad man plug in and you move like a electric.
He's like a basketball,
she take time out,
see ball meet.
Listen to me,
say long enough,
listen to me,
lyrics.
A be in a man day and me a drop it.
I say, sim, sim, ma.
Who got the keys to my bimba?
Who am I?
The girls, them sugar.
How can I make love to a fella in a rush?
Lost when the keys come a toss.
Who am I?
The girls, them luck.
And I, and I, we make love to precious.
Anything she want, I will give it unto she.
I can't believe the day my friend him tell me that she flee.
I don't believe he's angry and I don't believe his grief.
I don't believe he's Susan or the other girls I greet.
She love for me,
she have that,
she's the only thing I need.
I don't intend right now just to lose my name,
squeeze.
Oh, Guantanamela, you a killer.
You are.
Sim,
sim, ma.
Who got the keys to my bimba?
Who am I?
The girls, them sugar.
How can I make love to a fella in a rush?
Pass me the keys to my cup.
Who am I?
The girls, them luck.
And I, and I, we make love to precious.
Who am I?
The girls, them luck.
And I, and I, we make love to precious.
I don't intend right now just to lose my name,
squeeze.
Rush me because they driving the beam.
The girls, them flavor.
I am no slave.
I am the help, unholy power.
I'm a girl that's what I want to hear.
And it's a ready to hear.
Sim, sim, ma.
Pass me the keys to my bimba.
Who am I?
The girls, them sugar.
How can I make love to a fella in a rush?
Pass me the keys to my cup.
Who am I?
Because them love,
an' I an' I will make love to precious,
Them see my, who got the keys to my beema,
Oh my,
because them sugar,
Jeez!