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Let me tell you... |
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I see you girls checkin' out my trunks |
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I see you girls checkin' out the front of my trunks |
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I see you girls lookin' at my junk |
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Then checkin' out my rump |
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Then back to my sugalumps |
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When I shake it, I shake it all up |
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You'd probably think that my pants had the mumps |
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It's just my sugalump bump-ba-bump |
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They look so good, that's why I keep them in the front |
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All the ladies checkin' out my sugalumps |
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They drive the ladies crazy |
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All these bitches checkin' out my britches |
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Put 'em in a trance when I wear track pants |
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My dungarees make them hungry |
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They're over the moon when I don pantaloons |
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My sugalumps are two of a kind |
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Sweet and white and highly refined |
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Honeys try all kinds of tomfoolery |
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To steal a feel of my family jewellery |
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My candy balls cause a cafuffle |
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The ladies, they hussle to ruffle my truffle |
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If you party with the party prince |
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You get two complimentary after dinner mints |
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Girls surround me when I'm standin' on the stoop |
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Givin' me gifts like free chicken soup |
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Book tokens, free chicken stoop |
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Standin' on the corner goin' ss-ah-ss-ah |
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We see you girls checkin' out our trunks |
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We see you girls checkin' out the front of our trunks |
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We see you girls lookin' at our junk |
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Then checkin' out our rumps |
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Then back to our sugalumps |
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Chillin' in my store, doing my thing |
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When in walks a guy with his dick in a sling |
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I'm like, 'holy shit, what happened to you?' |
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He said, 'how much will you give me |
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for the family jewels?' |
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I said, 'ten bucks' |
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He said, 'no way' |
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'Ten bucks and frisbee?' |
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He said, 'okay' |
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And I took his sugalumps and put them up in a display |
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And sold them as hacky sacks later that day |
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All the ladies, they want a taste of my sugalumps |
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Sweet sugalumps |
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All the ladies, they want a taste of my sugalumps |
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Sweet sugalumps, yeah |
