Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sugar Walls, artist - Jacki-O. Album song Poe Little Rich Girl - Clean, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.10.2004
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
Sugar Walls |
| O in the hood, it’s Florida Evans |
| I’m a terrorist, but not bein' in 9/11 |
| It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh |
| It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh |
| Sugar walls, filled with your cream |
| Make me wanna sing bout the dick-a-ling |
| Ride with me boo, put the car on cruise |
| I got you, cause thugs need love too |
| Jacki-O in the hood, Ms. Florida Evans |
| Ms. Carrera causin' terror in my 9/11 |
| I’m just a black quarter |
| Got 'em nauseous, with the Porsches |
| The two exhausts, with the 400 horses |
| Gust like mustard, trust it, salt shaker |
| Won’t ever make another color like me cause it’s order |
| The hoochies, the haters, the hoes say it won’t last |
| I be makin' everybody think the hood roll back |
| Money on top of money, I got it, honey |
| I’m buyin' shit like I got Monopoly money |
| Switch things, nigga through the beams do in my suite |
| Lookin', bustin' thug love, damn, guess what I see |
| Young thug lookin' like a slave, nigga was a Kunta Kinte with braids |
| Hood nigga, feel-good nigga, ol' sticky |
| Skin like mocha, his lips so pretty |
| I’m Jacki-O, you ain’t gotta use the door |
| Don’t you see I got a drop? |
| Jump in from the top |
| It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh |
| It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh |
| Sugar walls, filled with your cream |
| Make me wanna sing bout the dick-a-ling |
| Ride with me boo, put the car on cruise |
| I got you, cause thugs need love too |
| I kidnap the kind of thug that you curse 'round |
| Girl, you know the kind you gotta hide your purse 'round |
| I stuck the clutch, he bust the dutch |
| I jumped out and he scotched the cops somethin' |
| We blowin' 'dro, from the city to the Grove |
| Man, I think he ready, his pants lookin' heavy |
| I think he ready to roar, he ready to score |
| I switched gears, hit the brakes, and slowed his horses |
| Whoa, pony, slow down, homie |
| You got me, nigga, nobody rides free |
| He put it on me, the sex unreal like a pill |
| The young nigga was the deal |
| I refund that nigga, gave him back his dough |
| The way he ate the snapper, call him Jacques Cousteau |
| He feel so real, can’t believe he had skills |
| He could’ve got the Heisman, the way he played the field |
| That’s real! |
| It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh |
| It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh |
| Sugar walls, filled with your cream |
| Make me wanna sing bout the dick-a-ling |
| Ride wit me boo, put the car on cruise |
| I got you, cause thugs need love too |
| It’s over, I done put him in the Rover |
| Moved him out his aunt’s house, put him in a condo |
| This young nigga got me goin', I think I’m whooped |
| I’m in the school zone with the cruise on |
| I’m lookin' for you, where you at? |
| I got a fresh pair of Jordans for you |
| Damn, hit a bitch back! |
| Lunch money and he cruise in my ride |
| And when I’m boostin', I be stealin' his size |
| I can’t tell these hoes, nah |
| The first thang they gon' say is, «Shake it off, O!» |
| Fuck that! |
| This nigga go deep |
| I put him up on the lick, this nigga gon' cream |
| But I ain’t gon' sweat him, and I ain’t gon' chase him |
| But Imma breast feed him, and I’m gon' raise him |
| It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh |
| It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh |
| Sugar walls, filled with your cream |
| Make me wanna sing bout the dick-a-ling |
| Ride wit me boo, put the car on cruise |
| I got you, cause thugs need love too |
| It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh |
| It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh |
| Sugar walls, filled with your cream |
| Make me wanna sing bout the dick-a-ling |
| Ride wit me boo, put the car on cruise |
| I got you, cause thugs need love too |
| It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh |
| It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh |
| Sugar walls, filled with your cream |
| Make me wanna sing bout the dick-a-ling |
| Ride wit me boo, put the car on cruise |
| I got you, cause thugs need love too |