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  • Diana King :: :: Suga, suga



      
       Here a story 'bout a girl I know
      Rolls around like she got the flow
      But everybody in the hood they know
      Her money didn't buy those clothes
      Sugar daddy with a pocket full of green
      Picks her up in a back limousine
      If he treat her like a beauty queen
      She'll let him in-between
      
      Chorus:
      She wants the suga, suga
      To give her everything that she dream of
      Want a suga, suga
      She want the ice and cash and the beamer
      She don't wanna work, she jus' put on a short skirt
      Lip gloss and a cutoff T-Shirt
      Suga, suga, she want the money, money, suga money
      
      Everyday she wake up in the afternoon
      Turn on the TV and watch cartoons
      Another hour getting pretty in the bathroom
      She won't be looking for work anytime soon
      No you may hate her, but that don't faze her
      Who are you to criticize her behavior
      She don't wanna be all up in love
      She don't want no broke ass man
      She gonna get it all while she's young
      You gotta understand
      
      Chorus
      
      She got the Stoly and the Roly and the furs
      And if she want it then it's gonna be hers
      She's a playa and she knows how to play
      While we fools be working all day
      She says, "I don't wanna be all up in love
      I don't want no broke ass man
      I gotta get it all while I can
      That's just the way I am"
      
      Chorus outs