W-w W-with the suga W-w W-with the suga and buttaz W-w-w W-w-w-with the suga and buttaz That kissin' and huggin' Missin' ya lovin' Kid in the oven, cake! Drummin', put the beat to your muffin like a percussionist Frontin', but your onion got the handle of my stomach bricked Humpin' hips, but she blew my mind without sucking (cough) Scratch off my bucket list, she know how to push a button, bitch But she pissed, wondering who I'm playin' the dozens with No need for discussin' it, she knows who I'm runnin' with Bridgetown Steel, Dirty Science and some other cliques But you act like I'm fuckin' chicks As if I am fuckin' rich Bustin' fits, tryna fix the puzzle but it doesn't fit Trippin', all up in my business like the government Tryna take a covenant that says I can't covet chicks Now I'm out in Dublin, thinkin' bout dubbin' it First, I laid the verse, but then I had to double it Cut a rug again, like a DJ rubbin' it Had me cummin' quick when I see her and her cousins kiss Cuff the wrist, make a man of faith cut his wrist Just a hit, I told my girlfriend it's just a hit Ooh, lemme sing to ya I can't lie, I got a thing for ya So beautifully black Make me leave my ex like [?] Sugar, why you so bad? Bad for me, but I need you Lemme sing to ya I can't lie, I got a thing for ya Yea, I-I-I-I-I knew you're trouble Every time we meet, you leave me stutterin' I don't talk the talk, I walked here to tell you That I'll be a hundred percent Any time you need me, I'll be runnin' to ya I miss you, I can't wait to kiss you You gon' get a hundred of them, you know what I'm comin' with We make up, break up, de la Rocha with me, ragin' But you got that something-something, girl With that tough to be upset at, uncomfortable content Unconditional, I guess, atypical mindset Equivalent to content, that's how you get me I swear you get me like this was a contest You could have been a judge, that's a lot to ask for I could never be reluctant when it come to us I'm down for the count You think I love you this much? Triple the amount, cus- When we vibe I can't deny my thing for ya (I knew I was good on my own, maybe I'm better off) When we vibe I can't deny my thing for ya Ooh, lemme sing to ya I can't lie, I got a thing for ya So beautifully black Make me leave my ex like [?] Sugar, why you so bad? Bad for me, but I need you Lemme sing to ya I can't lie, I got a thing for ya