Past the windows which cast a glow Through the curtains, friends and flirtin? Christmas trees and mistletoe Snow keeps fallin? in the city Powdered sugar
say he rose again, And joined the British army. My man is six foot tall, six foot tall, six foot tall, My man is six foot tall, he likes his sugar candy
sun My mouth is a gun, pop off and they run, two things like a pun This is not just for fun and I cut with my tongue My mouths a Swiss army, take over
faces Directed your furtive hand I perfectly understand So it's my fault? No, Gothic Lolita I am your sugar I am your cream I am your anti-American dream I am your sugar
I tapped the trees for Leopold, And then he took my hands The sap sailed to Brussels And my blood stained the lands I cut down the sugar cane On the
The show must go on What else can it do? I'm gonna drop it all on you Sugar, sugar daddy Sugar, sugar daddy Sugar, sugar daddy Sugar, sugar daddy Sugar
ice cubes, pass the O.J. Two light skinned wizzes, want Ghost, on both ways Come here, sit on my lap, it's not a gat, sugar Have a seat, don't be afraid
Ottawa Senators Fans Please Stand Up Kenny-B I Told You This City Was Full Of Champions Baby Got My Hommie Sugar Ray Emery We Go Hard We Win Belly With
hives on jungle gyms, lettin the bees out Girls want beef like Arby's, melt they Barbies My Cub Scouts were a miniature sinister army In the cafeteria
king, triple crown, just to get the job done I surpass fast dash through a mass of traps fliers and blow up the spot, and Organize on that ass, I'm hot black, with no sugar
the world watched and listened {*echoing scratch*} No doubt {*scratches*} blastoff [One.Be.Lo] Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four (lift off) three, two One, Man, Army
on every track I'm on, portapotty War with poppy, verbally I'm more tsunami You aim on him every time [? ] Open sixteen I'm in I can [? ] abort your army
know up in the heavens The little cameras can see me That if I step foot on the old civilized streets See, I must escape from The mechanical army Their
ya mouth And always talkin' bout Who ya gon shoot and who ya gon knock out See niggas talk all that shit thats why they need an army And always talkin
for my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli I'm fearin' no man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes there's no playin', soon as this army
and incredibly dumb enjoy yourselves crash boom bang the final solution kmfdm all u people this is trash we abominate music, we're here for cash barmy-army
rose again and joined the British Army My one's over six feet tall, six feet tall, six feet tall My one's over six feet tall, she likes the sugar candy