Lyrics:
at your bum bum bum
Open inna the couchie inna the air
Open inna the couchie inna the air
Look at your waist baby girl
Look at your bum bum bum
Open inna
(oh yeah)
Gotta give 'em what they want
You betta watch me if I'm running' up (skrr)
I keep 'em comin' like bum bum bum (bum bum)
Trecy gotta big ole'
smile
Garlie ya body fit to make me maad
Gal ya bum bum gal my body tight
If you leave me omo na suicide
You wan do stop and search girl
Cause i no getti
a bummer
You know I had to block his number
He ina way, he a lame and a bum
But me and my girls run it up, no runners
Hood Cinderella , my money longer
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
yer tryin' a-hide? Hmmm? What's inside a girl? Ain't no hotter question in a so-called civilized world. Can't see it by satellite baby that's cheatin'.
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
there's room.
If you could turn it all down just a notch.
I wouldn't have to knock all of your socks off.
And oh, I heard that spice girl that's named
too
Shake shake ya bum bum
All girls they shake they bum bum
She bout to go duh dum dum
Shake shake shake shake ya bum bum
Shake shake shake shake ya
Its a cold night said the city bum
With a blanket on his shoulder
Sitting by the delaware
And the damp air gets colder
Morning is not even close
eyes
Slither, and sigh
You haven't blinked, since you left home
Even sunsets cry
You were pinpricked, too young, by a scorpion
Torn limb from limb,
Dancing by myself
Then you came and make me sweat
cll I got is what I came with
Dollars don't count much round here
She say hit my line
Can't keep
up stiff
Like it's a stickup
You bums
Been on scum
Since the Ji been young
Since a wee nipper punk
Steamed off the skunk
Oz's of the green cheese in
Time: 2:58 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m
shoot dice, yeah, gamble with my life, yeah
No invites, yeah, keep my circle tight, yeah
All my hoes, yeah, keep that sugar spice, yeah
For the bros,
groove ba-a-by, ba-a-by oo-oo-oo
There they are again covered in Old Spice
They think they will get the girls cause
they smell nice,
They all call
leave me lonely, lonely so long
Don't leave me lonely, lonely so long
The back of a taxi
Thought I saw you go by
I called out your name, girl
babe when you're near me
Turn me on
That girl is spicy
It's so hot, babe when you touch me, feel me, turn me on
Spice it up
I'm a hot boy looking for
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
from you stupid mouth
Hating on my grind, but I ain't bothered by what you talk about
See me on my shine, don't you say nun when I'm up and out
Crabs in
the sky
like peter pan i just wanna fly
but i have found my girl
She's everthing a girl could be
my heartbeat slips on by
Like sugar and spice
I took her
there's room.
If you could turn it all down just a notch.
I wouldn't have to knock all of your socks off.
Oh and I heard that spice girl thats named
to push and shove
But we won't let them go to A14
No, we won't let them go to A14
I've seen this pretty girl
Just passing by
Brown curly hair with
Dark
Yeah
(it don't stop)
Yeah
Check it out
(it don't stop)
Come on
[Chorus]
We love to flirt
To chase the skirts
Get to know who we are
Girls
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