To find the gift that I am giving Glad you had a chance to see The gift that I'm delivering See this gift I give this gift to you
Traduction: Sugar. Cadeaux.
gifted Sugar how you get so fly? Sugar sugar how you get so fly? Sugar sugar how you get so fly? Sugar sugar how you get so fly? Sugar sugar how you
--- damn homey at it again tryin' to beat my high score since the age of ten see my high score flashes on the back glass I was malcontented Doug in gifted
gift that I've ever known I'd always wanted most to own Yet in my dreams of sugar and spice I never thought it could be so nice The best gift that I
those tattoos im gonna ride with you Rite here's the perfect place for me to kiss and f**k you I can't wait to taste your SUGAR [Busta] I want to taste
Christmas is here Snowflakes filling the air People rushing past every display No time for napping There's buying and then wrapping The gifts to be given
law, and I know my way around Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly but you can't tell the women from the men sometimes They're sugar and spice
has nothing to do with borrowing money, I was actually kinda hoping for more of an out rat gift. Robbie: I gave the gift a lot son, Don't push it! Hunny
whatsoever. He thinks about the items that have sapped his money over the years, shoe polish, oven cleaner, vacuum bags, sugar substitute. A pathetic collection of unwanted gifts
Who's to say, he's not the gifted one Well I forgot, he's not the teachers son No he's just the reason for her to say That she needs a substance in
naughty and nice. ? Had my eye on you all year long And now i know for sure I wouldn't even have to try you on No need for gift return. It's going to
rollin' Bobby B ain't far behind, Daddy X and Pakelika come in swinging on some vines, To the tip top of the tallest Kola we begin to climb, Sugar smokes
Honey on a teaspoon Sugar in a bowl An eager man's always an easy catch Butter on the skillet Whisky in a glass To start a flame you've got to light
color dank Chillin in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks So put this in yo jaw like weiners and beef franks (Chorus) x2 I put too much sugar in my Kool
I'm not looking either) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't wanna talk to you) Sit down and let me talk to you (Oh save it, save it, save it) For a little while my sugar
cool days BMX'ing up the block with the tennant living next to him Shooting hopes, who got hops? Worthy, when he pop a jump shot No worries, just a pocket full of sugar