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
it.
It's like a basketball, you take time out.
You listen to me,
you listen to me, lyrics.
I say,
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?
It's 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 today my friend him 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.
The love for me,
she have that is the only thing I need.
I don't intend right now just to lose my main squeeze.
But, 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?
It's the girls, them luck.
And I, and I, we make love to precious.
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 be-ma.
All the girls, them flavor.
I'm a now slaver.
I am the help and hope helper.
And a girl that's watcha, I want to hear her.
And listen when the DJ say,
Slim Sima, pass me 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 me the keys to my truck.
Who am I?
It's the girls, them luck.
And I, and I, we make love to precious.
Slim Sima, who got the keys to my be-ma?
Who am I?
It's the girls, them sugar.
Jeez.