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Lace Me Up
E‐40; Suga‐T
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Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Click, click, click shit
Oh boy, oh boy
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Sugar, I'm a man and believe me most men is dogs
Who only out for one thing and that's to get between them drawers
Now there you go with that dry drama cappin'
I know you my big bro, but why you tryna start my action?
Tear that up, get somewhere with that you trippin'
You know how long we been long range pimpin'
I'm sayin', have a little class
I'm 'posed to break his ass, right?
Yeah, then give up the ass
Okay, let's go hit the block
Watch him serve or not and get two hundred off the clock
That's trill, cracky for his change
Get off in his narrow mind, exercise your game
Like that? (Oh boy) So quick
They call me Sugar Breaker, sweet
You mean like Sherry Stacker grip
Yeah, ain't nothin' to it
Us females ball too, somebody gotta do it
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
I got three switchin' biatches, Christine, Irene and Doreen
Cleaner than Clorox, Listerine and chlorine
I got trick willies, kickin' me down allowance
Buyin' me clothes that they can't even pronounce
I got, gang, off the back door
I got materialistic shit most females can't afford
Facts, money, cars
They love the way us rappers ball
But let me put you up on these schemes females practice
Screw you real good and steal the money underneath the mattress
You got to be an actress, it's connivin' and connin'
We fake orgasms and make 'em think we comin'
Okay, give 'em some cool clues
I ain't gon' lie, you laced my tennis shoes
I'ma go back and tell all my dudes
Y'all's playin' football with basketball rules
Jewels, our niggas, we make 'em
Buy engagement rings and give all the maidens
But see Sugar you ain't dealin' with no squares
Thinkin' they calm, girl I can show them the
Newest way to play the oldest game in the world
I ain't never been one to be suckin' up to no chick
My granddaddy told me to whip the pussy
Don't let the pussy be the whip
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
I tried to told you about a batch
Get your windows out with a bat and put your tires on the flat
Now we can be some scandalous sneaky sly hoes
Burnin' and don't even know toe up from the floor
I feel you, 'cause I be hustlin', tryna make some mail
But my broad keep tryna send me back to jail
She caught you firin'? Now she holdin' grudges
Took her keys and scratched up her Lexus
You gotta watch us slick talkin' Bay Area niggas off their gin
We'll fuck around and get drunk and run up in your bitch
We 'bout broad straps, we 'bout cowards
We 'bout that scrilla scratch, we 'bout them dollars
Ain't gon' be no fuck faces, no dick tasters
Without them big faces, he already tied my shoelaces
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
Want me to tie your shoes? (Yeah)
Want me to lace you? (Lace me, lace me up)
It is so enthusiastic to hear my mouthpiece as I spoke upon the game
I promise you pimpin', I am so open to the public about this LRPs
Come on down to my soil, right?
And I can lace the tardy people up
I'm havin' a tutorin' class, right?
And if you need to be tutored, man
Come on down to Shoestrings and Things
They'll lace you up real good, ya dig?
The Pop Ya Collar Network up under the Bosses Will Be Bosses umbrella
And I promise you, my mouthpiece is so devastatin'
And it cannot be paralyzed, man, because I promise you
It ain't nothin' but straight G-A-M-E comin' up out of here, pimpin'
Oh boy, oh boy