lace me up

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ahhh. uhh

yeah

uhh!

yeah

click shit

oh boy suga

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want me to tie yo' shoes? yeah

want me to lace you? lace me

suga

i'm a man and believe me

most men is faulty

they only out for one thang and that's to get between them drawers

now dere you go with that dry drama captain

i know you mobbin

but why you tryin to stop my action?

tear that off! you better get somewhere with that

you trippin

you know how long we been long range pimpin

i'm sayin

have a little class

i'm 'posed to break his ass right

right?

den give up the ass!

okay

let's go hit the pot

watch 'em serve a knot and get two hundred off that cot

that's trill; crack him for his change

get off in his narrow mind

exercise yo' game

like that? so quick

they call me suga break-a-trick

you mean like sherrie stack-a-grip?

yeah; ain't nuttin to it

us females ball too - somebody gotta do it!

i got

three switchin beotches

christine irene and dorene

cleanin and clurvin

listerine and chlorine

i got

trick willies

kickin me down allowance

buyin me clothes

that they can't even pronounce

i got

game - off the backboard

i got

materialistic shit most females can't afford

how bout - fame

money

cars

and

but let me put you up on these schemes females practice

screw you real good and steal the money underneath the mattress

you got to be an actress

it's conniving and cunning

we fake orgasms

and make 'em think we cuming

okay; dem some cool clues

i ain't gon' lie

you laced my tennis shoes

i'ma go back and tell all my dudes

y'alls playin football with basketball rules

jewels - our niggaz

we make 'em

buy engagement rings and give ultimatums

but see suga you ain't dealin with no square ass figure

they call me earl; i can show 'em the newest way

to play the oldest game in the world

i ain't never been one to be suckin up to no chick

my grandaddy told me to whip the pussy

don't let the pussy be the whip

i tried to told you about a batch

hit yo' windows out with a bat and put yo' tires on the flat

now we can be some skanless sneaky sly hoes

burnin indo even though to' up from the flo'

i smell you cause i be hustlin

tryin to make some mail

but my broad keep tryin to send me back to jail

she caught you fuckin?

yeah

now she holdin grudges

took her keys and scratched up my cutlass

you gotta watch us slick talkin bay area niggaz off that gin

we'll fuck around and get drunk and run up in yo' best friend

we pop bra straps

we pop collars

we bout that scrilla scratch

we bout them dollars

it ain't gon' be no

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