Sugar Walls - Jacki-O

O in the hood, it’s Florida Evans

I’m a terrorist, but not bein' in 9/11

It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh

It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh

Sugar walls, filled with your cream

Make me wanna sing bout the dick-a-ling

Ride with me boo, put the car on cruise

I got you, cause thugs need love too

Jacki-O in the hood, Ms. Florida Evans

Ms. Carrera causin' terror in my 9/11

I’m just a black quarter

Got 'em nauseous, with the Porsches

The two exhausts, with the 400 horses

Gust like mustard, trust it, salt shaker

Won’t ever make another color like me cause it’s order

The hoochies, the haters, the hoes say it won’t last

I be makin' everybody think the hood roll back

Money on top of money, I got it, honey

I’m buyin' shit like I got Monopoly money

Switch things, nigga through the beams do in my suite

Lookin', bustin' thug love, damn, guess what I see

Young thug lookin' like a slave, nigga was a Kunta Kinte with braids

Hood nigga, feel-good nigga, ol' sticky

Skin like mocha, his lips so pretty

I’m Jacki-O, you ain’t gotta use the door

Don’t you see I got a drop?

Jump in from the top

It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh

It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh

Sugar walls, filled with your cream

Make me wanna sing bout the dick-a-ling

Ride with me boo, put the car on cruise

I got you, cause thugs need love too

I kidnap the kind of thug that you curse 'round

Girl, you know the kind you gotta hide your purse 'round

I stuck the clutch, he bust the dutch

I jumped out and he scotched the cops somethin'

We blowin' 'dro, from the city to the Grove

Man, I think he ready, his pants lookin' heavy

I think he ready to roar, he ready to score

I switched gears, hit the brakes, and slowed his horses

Whoa, pony, slow down, homie

You got me, nigga, nobody rides free

He put it on me, the sex unreal like a pill

The young nigga was the deal

I refund that nigga, gave him back his dough

The way he ate the snapper, call him Jacques Cousteau

He feel so real, can’t believe he had skills

He could’ve got the Heisman, the way he played the field

That’s real!

It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh

It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh

Sugar walls, filled with your cream

Make me wanna sing bout the dick-a-ling

Ride wit me boo, put the car on cruise

I got you, cause thugs need love too

It’s over, I done put him in the Rover

Moved him out his aunt’s house, put him in a condo

This young nigga got me goin', I think I’m whooped

I’m in the school zone with the cruise on

I’m lookin' for you, where you at?

I got a fresh pair of Jordans for you

Damn, hit a bitch back!

Lunch money and he cruise in my ride

And when I’m boostin', I be stealin' his size

I can’t tell these hoes, nah

The first thang they gon' say is, «Shake it off, O!»

Fuck that!

This nigga go deep

I put him up on the lick, this nigga gon' cream

But I ain’t gon' sweat him, and I ain’t gon' chase him

But Imma breast feed him, and I’m gon' raise him

It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh

It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh

Sugar walls, filled with your cream

Make me wanna sing bout the dick-a-ling

Ride wit me boo, put the car on cruise

I got you, cause thugs need love too

It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh

It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh

Sugar walls, filled with your cream

Make me wanna sing bout the dick-a-ling

Ride wit me boo, put the car on cruise

I got you, cause thugs need love too

It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh

It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh

Sugar walls, filled with your cream

Make me wanna sing bout the dick-a-ling

Ride wit me boo, put the car on cruise

I got you, cause thugs need love too