Tamar Braxton
Tamar Braxton - Hot Sugar songtekst
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Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Ladies, just so you know Don't leave the house with a little kiss when you man man's got a big ego Fronting on the cake, no play like, I, I, I, I gots to go Cut it out, give your man what he dream about T-shirt and some heels on while he chase you all around the house Get em real bad, drop it low and bring it back Oh, he ain't gotta ask 'cause I do it for my man Wind it up slow, put him on the front row Tell him welcome to the show, yeah, I do that for my man (He want that hot sugar, sugar) He wanna piece of something sweet all night He want that good to the last drop like mine He want that sugar, he want that sugar He want that sugar, sugar (He want that hot sugar, sugar) I'll be his sweet little mama all the time And we can do it now or later, that's fine He want that sugar He want that sugar He want that sugar, sugar Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Yeah, baby He said I'm sexy, right, I told him close his eyes I lit a candle in the room that was the only light I turned the speakers up, I told him he could look She got that in the oven, that sugar taste so good Ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of loving, long as you make it sweet Got the good that always bring my baby to his knees Never let him leave out hungry, he got that fever Never let him leave out hungry, you gotta feed 'em (He want that hot sugar, sugar) He wanna piece of something sweet all night He want that good to the last drop like mine He want that sugar, he want that sugar He want that sugar, sugar (He want that hot sugar, sugar) I'll be his sweet little mama all the time And we can do it now or later, that's fine He want that sugar He want that sugar He want that sugar, sugar Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Kiss me, eat it up, make it stop, be a sugar fiend Watch me, heat it up, sugar rush, can you make it stick? Kiss me, eat it up, make it stop, be a sugar fiend Watch me, heat it up, sugar rush, can you make it stick? (He want that hot sugar, sugar) He wanna piece of something sweet all night He want that good to the last drop like mine He want that sugar, he want that sugar He want that sugar, sugar (He want that hot sugar, sugar) I'll be his sweet little mama all the time And we can do it now or later, that's fine He want that sugar He want that sugar He want that sugar, sugar Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it