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Saukrates Miscellaneous Suga Daddy CHORUS [Saukrates] They used to call me local suga daddy, all that stuff I was a cold motherfucker every woman would trust Smooth rhymes overtime from dusk 'til dusk 'Til one fine evening when I cold fucked up [Saukrates] ("Michelle" on phone) *** Phone Ringing *** 3 O'clock in the morning, who's calling me? Hello (yo) This fucking streets getting all the ac-action Don't you give me what you can't give back So I give you something that you tend to consider the world Or it's cool that I'm your man But hun, you were never my girl Don't get me wrong, I mean People come together, we could roll as a team It all depends on the weather Show you love, felt you melt when I threw you a hug I guess my raps to you is like salt to a slug Taking it, brain by brain it ain't all the same Giving you pleasure like Purple Rain, analyze to the last measure I'm taking you and your pleasure points To the highest plateau, forever Remember we first got together (yeah) I took you home, now we long distance I'm making you cum over the phone, phone Your man thinks you tickle yourself the way you moan With his ears to the bathroom door holding his dick Like a dog holding his bone, call me Guilliver Because my Earth is your skin, smooth travelling (you're crazy) Like an '86 Caprice Classic, spin {Breath smelling, like I'm amaretto mixed with melon} I ain't telling nobody how you gets when you gets on the phone Your toenails was looking psyched last time we performed (ha ha ha ha) It was funny when you whispered rape into the mic with the audio on videotape What the fuck, you was illing in the back of the truck (Baby I still got the picture) Cool darling keep them stuck Ay ay, what ever happened between you and Simone 'Cause I heard crazy shit about her ***call waiting beep*** Oh shit hold on CHORUS [Saukrates] ("Michelle" on phone) This fucking streets getting all the ac-action You give me what you can't give back So I give you something that you tend to consider the world Or it's cool that I'm your man But hun, you were never my girl Don't get me wrong, I mean, I mean People come together, we could roll as a team It all depends on the weather Show you love, felt you melt when I threw you a hug I guess my rap to you is like salt to a slug Taking it, brain by brain it ain't all the same Giving you pleasure like Purple Rain, analyze to the next measure I'm taking you and your pleasure points To the highest plateau, forever Remember we first got together I took you home, now we long distance I'm making you cum over the phone, phone Your man thinks you tickle yourself the way you moan With his ear to the bathroom door holding his dick Like a dog hold his bone, call me Guilliver Because my Earth is your skin, smooth travelling Like an '86 Caprice Classic, spin Smelling, like I'm amaretto mixed with melon I ain't telling nobody how you gets when you gets on the phone Your toenails was looking psyched last time we performed It was funny when you whispered rape into the micro with the audio and videotape (nigga) What the fuck, you was illing in the back of my truck (Nigga you know who you talking to?) Cool darling keep them stuck Ay ay, what ever happened between you and Michelle 'Cause I heard crazy shit about her (Yo motherfucker this is Michelle bitch) (What the fuck) What! (You don't even know who the fuck you're talking to) oh oh (Clicking the fucking line and not realizing that you're talking to the same fucking girl you were talking to before BITCH) ah man, ah shit (What the fuck, you don't try to play me nigga) CHORUS |
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