[Intro]
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

[Verse 1: Blu]
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
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