| Shit
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| Shit
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| Yeah, they say we made it but don’t mix
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| Grenade pin banging Sammy Davis with no chips
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| Skully put the city in a slump, jump
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| Turn around, let me see the gritty giddy up
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| Bawitdaba, we change the game really
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| I’m a style from beyond, you lames can’t hang with me
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| When they throw it on makes you wanna fight in public
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| 'Til they all start falling down like Michael Douglas
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| Yeah, wifey loves it, look at her head sway
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| Snapping that neck back, she calling me sensei
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| Rock Bangkok, caught a plane to Brisbane
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| All around the world I was laying my pimp game
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| Throwing FM up, Crown in a red cup
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| Put a few back watch you and your friend fuck
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| 5'10″ with a slim frame and nice D’s
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| The OG, oo-ee, sugar honey iced tea
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| Yeah, yeah, sugar honey iced tea
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| She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea
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| And I ain’t saying she a tramp, but she might be
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| Out of your league yo, sugar honey iced tea
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| Uh, come on, sugar honey iced tea
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| She probably ain’t a day over nineteen
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| Watch how the hips sway in her tight jeans
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| She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea
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| Yo, break your back, breathe and stop
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| 'Til your jeans rip and you feel a breeze on your crotch
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| Shake 'til you 'bout to faint and see spots
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| Dance floor like you in the Philippines, hot
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| Know what I mean, the machine is greasy
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| So the hits keep coming like my team in three-peat
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| Freshly dipped, who the tits we might be
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| The codename for shit, sugar honey iced tea
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| So that’s what it is yo, spinning my light speed
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| The sugar honey ice tea, clubbing the 19
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| Body pack the punch, getting drunk and touchy
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| With the long curly hair tucked up in the scrunchy
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| Yes, yes, keep checking and you’ll find me
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| Tappin' on the B’berry 7290
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| Step in the square, hands waving everywhere
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| But the chance of me and you girl would never be fair
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| Yeah, yeah, sugar honey iced tea
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| She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea
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| And I ain’t saying she a tramp, but she might be
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| Out of your league yo, sugar honey iced tea
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| Uh, come on, sugar honey iced tea
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| She probably ain’t a day over nineteen
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| Watch how the hips sway in her tight jeans
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| She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea
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| Hold up, let’s get a bottle of gold
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| You know the Warner Brother tab going outta control
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| Thought you had to go to church, now you climbing the pole
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| Like she working for dough, she don’t know that I’m broke
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| See the diamonds on my neck from my dog Shinod'
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| But you gotta hard hat like you mining for coal
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| So, fall back, put the bottle of Cris' down
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| I’ve had about enough shit, kick this bitch out
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| Not this one man, she’s kicking it with me
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| Slap the little access sticker on the jeans
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| Bring your twin fly to the main event
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| Turn a whole group of nines to a basic ten
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| And then take a sip, take a jingle and spit
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| Chewing on my ears speaking freaky lan-gu-ages
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| Now her hands in my pocket, where the money might be
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| Nice try sweetie pie, sugar honey iced tea
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| Yeah, yeah, sugar honey iced tea
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| She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea
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| And I ain’t saying she a tramp, but she might be
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| Out of your league yo, sugar honey iced tea
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| Uh, come on, sugar honey iced tea
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| She probably ain’t a day over nineteen
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| Watch how the hips sway in her tight jeans
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| She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea
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| Sugar honey iced tea
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| Sugar honey iced tea
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| Sugar honey iced tea
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| Sugar honey iced tea
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sugar Honey Iced Tea , by - Styles of Beyond. Song from the album Reseda Beach, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп