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lirik lagu brown sugar – maestro fresh wes

(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 -ssume
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 n-gg- 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-t
i’m an independent chick
salt-n-pepa type of heffa, yeah, i’m on my own d-ck
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-tties went bang and that -ss 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-ssy 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 -ss just like a predator
she said, “wes, you’re a real cool brother
d-mn, 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 h-t in now, money, f-ck 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 s-xual
i mean, i know i look good, but sh-t, 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-ck that janet-jackson-let’s-wait-a-while sh-t”
she said, “the more we talk, the more i’m with this
but don’t get me mixed up with all these other b-tches
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 n-gg- 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]

- maestro fresh wes

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