| Everybody’s sugar — the streets are sweet
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| Everybody’s sugar — their beats are weak
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| Everybody’s sugar — the streets are sweet
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| Everybody’s sugar
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| I booked studio time, I heard your beats
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| You was ringin my phone, I was half asleep
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| Your hypeman called, his rhymes was weak
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| What you tryin to do, wanna destroy my life?
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| I hate to say it, but everything’s whack tonight
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| Is it a mixed club, I don’t care if it’s black tonight
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| Nancy should sing, nothing’s happening
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| There’s too many animated Finding Nemo monkeys
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| Swimmin' like colored fish in the street
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| Singers to me are like Halloween, kids with soft candy rap
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| TRICK OR TReAT~!
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| Y’all in big studios with pitbulls
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| Walkin around drinkin Hypnotiq makin little girl beats
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| Take off the rugged denim suits
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| Your crew wear pink denim skirts to Jones Beach
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| And Feezle jeans with suntan lotion
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| Guys with bras and panties on, MC’s playin tag in the Atlantic Ocean
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| Nobody want the camera to start filmin the undercover stuff in motion
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| Your bodyguard wearin Casavelo with G-strings on
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| Big cats with ice cream cones walkin by me with vanilla
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| + «their beats are weak»
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| + «their beats are weak» |