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Lyrics: (sugar, sugar, sugar) ( 4x ) It's like a hot fudge drippin down Drippin down, drippin You got me trippin I'm almost slippin Genuine, one of a kind Brown (sugar, sugar, sugar) [ verse 1 ] As I walk into the room, it's easy to assume A brother like me loves the girls with a boom Coolin with my fellas, talkin how we makin ends Walkin through the 'valley of the skins' like my nigga trendz Seen a hot dame, I had to kick game Not a regular type of hottie I be seein on the train Voluptous, I was presumtuous So I had to step up, step up, step up to this She said, you can't handle this I'm livin far from scandalous I don't drink beers, don't smoke cannabis Don't need a man for sh** I'm an independent chick Salt-n-pepa type of heffa, yeah, I'm on my own d*** Never actin pompous, I'm strictly conscious Got goals in life that I'm tryin to accomplish A real good looker, far from a hooker My first name's brown and my last name is sugar [ chorus ] [ verse 2 ] You shoulda seen it, hops, she raised my eyebrows The way the t****** went bang and that ass went pow She said, my hair's always done, nails always polished Got knowledge, plus I go to a all-girl college I had to step in and started tellin her Baby look, all-girl college p**** ain't no better than the regular ( laughter ) she started laughin and said I was cute But I ain't cute, you're cute with that skin-tight suit You see what I'm sayin, I wasn't sweatin her But my game was on point cause I was gettin her Wettin her, lettin her Check me out with her retina Scopin that ass just like a predator She said, wes, you're a real cool brother Damn, why didn't I met you earlier this summer? I asked why, she said, you got mad flavs But I'm goin back to college and I leave in two days But don't get me wrong, word to my moms I'll be back for thanksgiving, so you know I put you on You know I had a front like I was chillin But deep down inside let's hit in now, money, f*** thanksgiving I said, baby doll, don't play You know a brother like me gives thanks every day She said, don't even try it, I'm far from a hooker My first name's brown and my last name is sugar [ chorus ] No additives, no preservatives Strictly (sugar, sugar, sugar) A granulated, often imitated, never duplicated brown (sugar, sugar, sugar) No saccharin, no equal or sequel (sugar, sugar, sugar) A granulated, often imitated, never duplicated brown (sugar, sugar, sugar) That's right [ verse 3 ] She said, wes, don't look at me as just sexual I mean, I know I look good, but sh**, I'm also intellectual I caught ya peepin my behind But we got so much in common, let our minds intwine I hear what you're sayin, is what I told her And it seems like you got a good head on your shoulders And yeah, I must admit that your style's slick But f*** that janet-jackson-let's-wait-a-while sh** She said, the more we talk, the more I'm with this But don't get me mixed up with all these other bi***es I just met you, I ain't with it, but I'll admit it When I come back I might let you hit it I can't play myself and look soft Cause in 1994 you know I'm comin off I got my act down pat, proud of bein black Don't need a nigga for jack, and my pockets stay fat A real good looker, far from a hooker My first name's brown and my last name's sugar [ chorus] More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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