Lyrics:
table sugar, sweet n low
hang back if you don't know
table sugar, sweet n low
hang back if you don't know
i take visual cues
but i can't see what to do
i
the poison
I been rolling bbd
When they took my mic
I beat the table sugar free
I do my nigga like able if he ever cross on me
If he ever cross on me
I
me
Know she smoke for free
Hit it from the back
Know I fuck her till her nose bleed
Coke line on the table
Booger sugar till her nose bleed
Bitch
Hell
Peppermint Tea
No sugar, Agave
Two table spoons exactly what I need
Can you make me feel
Like my peppermint tea
No sugar, Agave
Two table spoons
will you keep us wherever we go?
Will you forgive us for where we've been?
We Americans
Blood on the table with the coffee and the sugar
Blood
You want all my data
And you want a label
Now you spread all on my table
Give me sugar I’m your neighbour
Tell me how your day looks
Try me on yea
shall be heard
Do'oh'ugh'oh'nt lose yet
Clear the table sugar blah blah blah blah
Streets are all yellow cause the leaves are dead
of sweat and tears
Sometimes you need a little sugar to get through the years
They set a big table, didn't save you a seat
Just find a lap to sit
sugar on the table
And I'm sugar, sugaring
The same dam sugar I've been struggling with
Another lollipop, another sweet that makes me pop
Another yummy
picture
We don't need yo titles
We don't need yo labels
We don't live in boxes
Feet up on the table
Gypsy
Sugar must of been twenty-five
Tryna live his
making rice
So I split the sea, and I set I the scene, Moses pave the way for the Israelites
Cocaine on the table booger sugar but we so high up it look
play both side I must let you go
We're fifth fifth baby you already know
You must bring some on the table baby
Sugar mamma I know you're rich boss lady
top all of these charts
They wanna Slip 'N' Slide like the record label
Ain't breakin' bread at my table (Nope!)
Sugar mommas wanna holla! (Woop!)
But
Theres always gum under the table
Stacking sugar packs trying to make it stable
Cut up seats and coffee stained t-shirts
Its 2 am i still haven't
on the table, two glasses click
Too much sugar, but maybe you're my pick
There's always gum under the table
Stacking sugar packs trying to make it stable
Cut up seats and coffee stained t-shirts
Its 2 am i still haven't
She smiles at me, then brings coffee to the table
Then pours sugar in my cup, I need her here like she's a drug
Whispers that she wants me, then take
across this kitchen table here
You pass the sugar and suddenly it all comes clear
It's the wonder of love that's showin'
It's a wonder of love
Keeps
The man of a thousand faces
Sits down at the table
Eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her
And begins his quiet
The man of a thousand faces
Sits down at the table
Eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her
He begins his quiet
Chicken pot pie
And a kerosene necklace
Story of my life
I seem so reckless
Now I'm sitting at my table
Wanting my blood sugar to stable
I've got
the pedal to the floor and drag me through the streets
Please, please, please
I'm at home and
Cherry's next to me
Licking sugar off the table
While she's
booming nigga
She like to suck it give me brain she give my mind huh
Throw some bullets at yo face they leave you blinded huh
Booger sugar on the table
the clear dark skies
Your enemy is dressed up in a new disguise, Watch out who you trust
Even salt looks like sugar on the table
I got myself stable from
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