Sugar Cane T.I.
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[Hook:]
Charms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)
Empty the bottle nigga let the Dom drip (there they go)
We leanin on these brick, this is all God give (ay, ay, ay)
Cuts and charms all on my wrist nigga (ay, ay)
Hotel linen (yeah) R.L. demin (yeah)
Propeller spinnin (yeah) nigga hella women (hey!)
Big money mayne (hey) get it how we livin mayne (hey)
How we did it mayne (hey) sweet sweet sugar cane
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay, trappin hard with the yay
All times of the night, trappin hard with the yay, ay
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
[Verse 1:]
Listen shawty I'ma tell you how it go
Quarter ki', seven G's
Anybody want it tell 'em pull up on me at the store
.45 in my jeans, super clean
You ain't never seen a nigga like this
Sun shinin on my wrist
Couple dimes in the whip, give a damn 'bout a bitch
Huh, but I will take yours if I wanna
You a sucker, you ain't goin' do shit
But just run yo' mouth
Be in front of yo' house with them goons, bet you won't come out
And you a scary ass nigga
Hold these, your homeboy to the Fed ass nigga
Hey I'm certified, better recognize
Fore you end up a dead ass nigga
I got a check, you can tell how my neck is shinin'
Tell 'em
Charms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)
Empty the bottle nigga let the Dom drip (there they go)
We leanin on these brick, this is all God give (ay, ay, ay)
Cuts and charms all on my wrist nigga (ay, ay)
Hotel linen (yeah) R.L. demin (yeah)
Propeller spinnin (yeah) nigga hella women (hey!)
Big money mayne (hey) get it how we livin mayne (hey)
How we did it mayne (hey) sweet sweet sugar cane
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay, trappin hard with the yay
All times of the night, trappin hard with the yay, ay
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
[Verse 1:]
Listen shawty I'ma tell you how it go
Quarter ki', seven G's
Anybody want it tell 'em pull up on me at the store
.45 in my jeans, super clean
You ain't never seen a nigga like this
Sun shinin on my wrist
Couple dimes in the whip, give a damn 'bout a bitch
Huh, but I will take yours if I wanna
You a sucker, you ain't goin' do shit
But just run yo' mouth
Be in front of yo' house with them goons, bet you won't come out
And you a scary ass nigga
Hold these, your homeboy to the Fed ass nigga
Hey I'm certified, better recognize
Fore you end up a dead ass nigga
I got a check, you can tell how my neck is shinin'
Tell 'em
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