hook
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yo, sweet suga flava, honey lollipop
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let me taste yours, papi,
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let's frame candy rain
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chokolate cream dreams
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let me taste yours
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I'ma let you taste mines
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if you let me taste yours
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verse 1
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you can't cope with his style, my nigga is so fly
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so juvenile I keep his digits with the x-files
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never try to steal what's mines
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small accidents I simply can develop
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all fellows know the way I roll
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we standin' on a high level, you, drastically flippin' it
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back to where I was verbally rippin' it
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this mommy satisfy, no regrets allowed
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we be chillin' on clouds, but still keep it underground
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verse 2
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we lay back with the Henny
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visualizin' with a blurry sight, shit is all right
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you're fly, nigga, you have to come close and see me live
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analyze the stage, I'll be rippin' it over and underground
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blow it up wild sounds, show with extra bonus
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techniques from the lyrical chick wearin' Goldkronor
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coming thru, I wanna rock with you all night
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I know you feel, yo, we tight
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slide that ass over here cutie, boogie down and
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freeze that goody, rock on without the roll
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I'm overheated but still stonecold
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Claudeetah break the ice with her rugged style
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verse 3
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time fo' action I think I hit a score
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no fake moves, I wanna taste yours
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Little Bo guarantee everlastin', music blastin'
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we could all go subterranean, nasty if you ask me
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I got all accessinside passes
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follow me but you have to move a little faster
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it's all or none, son, I know you like it
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when I ripped the mic, I need to be rewinded
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Honey Lollipop
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| Deetah |
