momma he done smoked the TV I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G. Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pepsi Man keepin' these muthafuckers
back and just watch 'Cause you bad than a mother Can we make this thing for real? Girl, 'cause I got more than enough Just sign me up I wanna be down with this
girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm, I'm circled like prey Back in the forest where whispers persuade More sugar trails, more white lady laid Than
the toe out yo shoes I be bawling with brotha's from your project apartment For talkin' slick wit' you I got more balls than Spaulding Girl, who feeds you when your sugar
thought I'd find love Till the day I found you, sugar I never had no one to hold me like this Like this, like this, no, no, no This time, last year,
day We just trying to find our way And I might be a come up (Nice) And baby you can hitch a ride But you gotta know how to do More than how to keep a
market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing all right Hear him with the women just around midnight (Brown sugar) How come you taste so good? (Brown sugar
dude, boladipo olu, whole crew, roll through Got more green than whole foods African queen got what you need, said my name Wale, ba wo ni You're my sweetie, my sugar
'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (Uh, uh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' this shit (Lovin' this
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin' spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with 'bout four more brothers But one home for 'em and wantin' no more
into scraps I bust raps, perhaps caps, and trap the wack tracks Givin the max, for the minimum, not the minimum for the max Get more sex than Wilt
got me up like whoa We're doing the most is living with you possible? Your body is saying you want to And I want you, oh baby More than you know sugar
your hair Sex 4 sugar, sugar 4 sex Sex 4 sugar, sugar 4 sex Sex 4 sugar, sugar 4 sex Sex 4 sugar, sugar 4 sex All the dances sugar Make me want a do
and a phat Mercedes (Woo!) Turned around and seen this fine young lady I said, Fine lady, now you're lookin' real nice Sweeter than honey, sugar and
do or die niggaz What? What you want? Cutey starin' at me like Damn, where you from? You be comin' at me like Can I get some? Lick your lips for this brown sugar
teardrop stains, yeah You were cold as ice, baby, baby (Woo, hoo, hoo, hoo) (I, I wasn't, I, I wasn't very nice, I know, woo) Sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar
' through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin' The mortician of love, sent from above forced And treat 'em all when cheat them all, stingy I've become Been doin' this for more than
or sugar-coated at all, i jus get on the mike an spit it an whether u like to admit it,*riit* i jus shit it better than ninety percent of you rappers