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Busta Rhymes Sugar

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 your

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 your

buzzin like a bee, a dozen attempts is in the toilet Cause I flush the dime and I'm not a Leader cause I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme If I kick with Rakim

must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the L's tight keep the rhymes right Yo I just made this motherfucker up

-Tang Clan Scream on it, ghost Eh yo, we at the weed gate Waitin' for Jake we want eight Ravioli bags Two thirsty villains yelling belly aches Heavyweight rhyme

you'se a bitch Thinking ain?t nobody sweeter then you We spitting sugar shock For you dum-dum lollypops Give you 20 whole seconds to reload your glock Better bust

Cookout with hoodrats and fried chicken and Crisco After dinner, girls come over in lingerie Bake sugar cookies and ginger snaps from Nabisco Even nighttime, we bust a night rhyme

Reign, pop a top like champagne Stay claim, thirty thirty cop a kid, in Ro' Range It's all real, ain't nuthin sugar about the steel will Amuse we toke

intention that we have is vast You sick, drink a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on your Oh well, then here comes the gelatin Tips on some sugars but you yap