a So check it a twice-a I want A solid gold harley with machine guns on the front I want A Motley Crue lunch box filled with sticky buns I wanna see
she feed her cat wife everything diamond cut like johnny lex collar attached lickin glass bowls in her cat clothes cause crazy stacks finicky thing her
, enter a sweet I see my babies and my maid, and then Puffy made my money sweep Forty thousand, five thousand for a pound of yo' sticky And I'm talkin
down Baby rub it on Y' know it's sticky and sweet And it's been so long And no else got a touch like you I let you do the things to me I let no other
In a groovy purple shirt Gasping for air I'm gasping for air I'm gasping for love I'm gasping for air... Slit the cats like cheese Then eat the sweet sticky things
you Time will move just as fast as you pull it, quicker than a bullet You know it's gonna remind you How your heart, so sticky sweet, is waiting to
MC's are into stickyness But I'm sayin this, from experience, I'm furious I didn't get this far overnight, and there's nothin like the real thing, the
your age shit You a little kid, that run for faces More niggas get killed like that than a little bit [Sticky Fingaz] Ayy man Sticky F-I-N-G-A-Z the
Protect Ya Neck (Radio Edit)"] First things first man, you're {fuckin} with the worst First things first man, you're {fuckin} with the worst First things
feeling Of those steel fingers up inside Of something sticky, sweet and wet Feel the lips of licking licky wet liquid; feel the tongue that touches the tips of sharp pointed things
pleasing you Some rides go fast, some rides go slow If you fear heights when I'm high hell yeah I'll go low It taste so sweet, that sticky cotton candy
folk inside my head And you know, Lord, how you did a lovely thing See, times my head is lighter than it's ever been And anyone who's ever had sweet
that shit Word to god, listen [Black Child] I gotta unconditional love for sex money and drugs Bitches who strip in clubs, get hit with dick from thugs Sweet thing
tells me "take it off" and never says "syke" Yo, I'm never in need, she's feedin my greed She never waits for me to ask, she takes the lead Her tongue is sticky
[Intro:] It's that Coke nigga... That raw and uncut cut nigga... Yeah... It's a Two G Thing... Southside in the houseee... Grimey nigga on deck, more
got faggoty ways (uh!) Feet kick you outta the throne, gravity waves Lips sink ships, confidentiality raised (yea!) Look around (round), it ain't hard to tell my life is sweet
Noise The Bigger The Crowd, The Bigger The Funeral Yea Bring Your Boys The Shit I Talk Believe I Could Back It Aint Nothin Sweet Got That Heat Underneath