Текст песни Beyonce Knowles - Suga Mama

Damn that was so good, I wanna buy him a short set 

Hey, hey 

I'ma be like your jolly rancher 
that you get from the corner store 
Or I'ma be like a waffle cone 
that's dripping down to the floor 
The way you do if for me, I can't lie 
Bout to be up in the mall all night 
Whatever I get, ya putting it on 
Don't give me no lip, let mama do it all 

[Chorus:]
Let me be, I wants to be, gotsta be 
Your sugar, give mama some sugar mama 
Sugar ma-ma-mama 
I'm your sugar mama, sugar mama 

Let me be, I wants to be, gotsta be 
New whip, new heavy on the wrist 
Cause I'm a sugar ma-ma-mama 
I'm your sugar mama, sugar mama 

[Bridge]
Hey, hey 
Sit on mama lap 
Hey, hey 
Come sit on mama lap 
Hey 
Come sit on mama lap 
Hey, hey 
Come sit on mama lap 
Hey 

It's so good to the point that I'd 
Do anything to keep you home 
Baby what you want me to buy 
My accountant's waiting on the phone 
Just the thought of making love to you 
Dropping everything, that's what I'll do 
Whatever I get, ya putting it on 
Now take it off, while I watch you perform 

[Chorus]
Let me be, I wants to be, gotsta be 
Your sugar, give mama some sugar mama 
Sugar ma-ma-mama 
I'm your sugar mama, sugar mama 

Let me be, I wants to be, gotsta be 
New whip, new heavy on the wrist 
Cause I'm a sugar ma-ma-mama 
I'm your sugar mama, sugar mama 

Cause I'm a suga ma-ma-mama 
I'm your suga mama, suga mama 

[Bridge]
Hey, hey 
Sit on mama lap 
Hey, hey 
Come sit on mama lap 
Hey 
Come sit on mama lap 
Hey, hey 
Come sit on mama lap 
Hey 

And I've always been the type to take care of mine 
I know just what I'm doing 
Don't you worry it's cool and 
Everything is steady, 
claimed you on my taxes already, 
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
I promise that I won't let no bills get behind 
Cause every touch, every kiss and hug 
Best believe it'll be on time 
Sugar mama mama mama yeah yeah yeah 

[Chorus]
Let me be, I wants to be, gotsta be 
Your sugar, give mama some sugar mama 
Sugar ma-ma-mama 
I'm your sugar mama, sugar mama 

Let me be, I wants to be, gotsta be 
New whip, new heavy on the wrist 
Cause I'm a sugar ma-ma-mama 
I'm your sugar mama, sugar mama 

[Outro Hook Ad libs (over Hook Vox)]
I'll give ya all my money baby
Try me out for something crazy
Take my credit cards, the key to my house
Take my car,
Don't forget to give mama some suga
Some suga, when you walk out that door
 

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