| Sugar, sugar, sugar
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| Sugar, sugar (Yeah)
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| Sugar, sugar
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| (It's the Cons nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| Now let me tell you bout this chick who what that was my only love
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| The one that made me trip
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| The one that all my homies loved
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| But once it got thick I found that was phony love
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| Now she talking on the radio the (?) money love
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| Whoever told you love was a wonderful thing
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| Must have been a sucka for love who was under her scheme
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| But if love don’t cost a thing then your girl is sterile
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| But if she come from Queens then she love dinero
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| Cause she come from the barrow saying that love is narrow
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| So she love more fellas so where that love don’t affect shit
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| When out going on games so the love connects in
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| If your love is deaf then his gentle word right
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| And you ain’t gotta question if it love at first sight
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| I keep my verse tight so you gon love the flow
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| Consequence for off off we don’t love them hoes
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| Butter, you can blow an ounce of this come on
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| Sugar, sugar, sugar
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| Sugar, sugar
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| All I need is sugar darling
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| Sugar, sugar
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| (T.P. side of the streets)
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| (We got mighty Son of Light, yeah)
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| Now let me tell you what this trick who won and wasn’t my love
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| Had me off my feet with a push and a shove
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| Burn with the chomp
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| She hot like all my verses get
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| Sharp with the art some shit you could get murdered with
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| And we the same but for real we different
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| Get it, she’d unsaid, forget it we both shifting
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| It’s kinda funny, she gave me bones and a collar
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| It’s like she out walking money and I followed them dollars
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| Of course I swallow my pride and die inside but it
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| Get past lows and highs and just ride with it
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| Get high with it, signed sealed delivered it
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| Your love must be up under your skirt because you’re giving it
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| Sick of them things I stick to my ring cause you the
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| Trickiest as fling I spit it and win
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| To whoever said that hate was a despicable thing
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| It was the love that make you do all the ridiculous things
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| All the things we had
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| Though we left the memories of what we were in
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| Good times turn the bad
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| The ring can fall in
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| Everyday was Love & Hate
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| Sugar, sugar, sugar
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| Sugar, sugar
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| Love & Hate
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| Love & Hate
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| Love & Hate
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| Love & Hate
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| Love & Hate
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| Sugar Sugar
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| Love & Hate
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| Sugar
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| Love & Hate
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| Sugar Sugar
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| Love & Hate
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| Time is up I need sugar
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| Time is up I need sugar |