Barely Legal - Sugar Rush (feat. Kid Dre & Chowder Band$)

Looking down low in the wishing well wishing well
Wish a nigga would so I wish him well wish him well
Lock a nigga up like a prison cell prison cell
Ten toes down I don't kiss and tell nope
Looking down low in the wishing well wishing well
Wish a nigga would so I wish him well wish him well
Lock a nigga up like a prison cell prison cell
Ten toes down I don't kiss and tell nope

Fuck your new pack better hit the sack
How your bars cheesy but somehow you still forgot the mac
I'm the big mac but hold the ketchup
Lost in the sauce make you think you're special
I was kicking shit like a kid in the womb
Applying that pressure to bitches in bloom
The bloom is the flower I am in my element
Blocking my shine you niggas is negative
Niggas is sensitive no one competitive
Thoughts full like my closet with skeletons
Close to my relatives taking excedrin
Attention on me in the room like an elephant
I am the best of it stuck on my preferences
Hating you niggas I guess I'm conservative
Don't know what murder is but I'm still killing this
And the executives taking my owner ship

Looking down low in the wishing well wishing well
Wish a nigga would so I wish him well wish him well
Lock a nigga up like a prison cell prison cell
Ten toes down I don't kiss and tell nope
Looking down low in the wishing well wishing well
Wish a nigga would so I wish him well wish him well
Lock a nigga up like a prison cell prison cell
Ten toes down I don't kiss and tell nope

Nigga stop it I've been making plays like a nigga name Klay Thompson
Watch ya walking I ain't beefing bout shit
But a nigga got sticks
Thirty glocks they match my fit
Thirty shots in different whips
It pay cost to be legit
It pay to cost to be this lit
Band man bad man bad bitches all around me what the fuck I do
You come up nigga now they stuck on you
And they ain't really even fuck with you
I pull it out and she gon suck it too
Too fast stepping on the gas
If he come in running he gon come in last
Gucci fucking tags stuffing louie bags
And a nigga popping tags
I might skrt off in a jag this shit fast it can never lack
And a nigga got the swag first name Charles last name Braggs
Real bad man shit young nigga going in I can't lack
And I'm really off a perc talking bout thirty
Imma shoot shots talking bout forty
Young nigga popping imma get more
And I fuck on your whore
And I leave that little bitch at the door
Leave her begging for more
I'm that young nigga catching skulls catching plays young nigga doing it uh

Written by:
Charles Braggs, Andres Tavarez

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