I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this baby shine? Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from AIDS in '89 At 14 the baby hit the same
Stop Brown sugar let me see you shake it out Stop (brown sugar baby) Ha you got it (there you go) (brown sugar baby) you got it (work it out) (brown sugar baby
swallowed my baby batter You sick! I know you been a bitch I hate you worse than fans hate Joe D. for pickin' Darko Milicic I got a killer spit River
' be around here 'bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed, Hennessey, Kennedy, King Mixed with a kill-or-be-killed killer
(And I'm so thankful I made it through) Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
off lames and platinum niggaz, your boy done came up Got my aim up, favorite bling with a millennium chains Chilling, in the staircase, surrounded by killings
And I'm so thankful I made it through Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
can't be found Fly free baby, fine with me I'm in love with a bumble bee Ooh Slim boy, you killing me But you so sweet to me Honey, you so sweet Sugar
down Chocha We in the Costa Rica, sippin Margarittas with a mommy Clinged to Tommy, showing love to my army Whenever the Lox find Ricky Blocks we kill
sleepin' I gotta get down Late night in the evenin' Before I gets to sleepin' I gotta get down Oh goody goody Got the mornin' woody Roll over so quick baby
alone everybody's gone toss it up, baby let's, get it on I like the way you please me, babe The sexy way you tease me, sugar The way you move your body
too late now I'm already in it What's the worse *** seen Blood on the floor, blood on the wall People gettin' hit didn't do nothing Baby don't know,
steady working And your neck steady jerking Up on your knees in my seat And your lips steady slurping I don't just kill a knob And I know your mouth finna' throb And baby
I thought you knew but these fools keep crossin' me And I be feelin' like the devil got lost in me When I flash so nigga you a killa Mamas and babies
baby, baby I, I'm for real, baby Baby, baby, baby don't you know that Baby, I am for for real, for real, for real? Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
"please, globalization's killing me" while we think that they think they need all of the things we think we need like martha stewart shams and sheets and sugar
on, hold on baby. Stop braidin' my hair real quick, let me light this up so I fuckin' do this bullshit. Real quick. Go ahead and put the grease in, baby
times happier than I could ever say What does it matter? Or what price I pay? They brag about your sugar Brag about it all over town Put some sugar in