Sugar Honey Iced Tea Songtext
von Styles of Beyond

Shit
Shit

Yeah. They say we made it but don′t mix
Grenade pin banging Sammy Davis with no chips
Skully put the city in a slump. Jump
Turn around, let me see the gritty giddy up
R'all with the ball, we change the game really
In my Style from Beyond, you lames can′t hang with me
When they throw it on makes you wanna fight in public
'Til they all start falling down like Michael Douglas

Yeah, wifey loves it
Look at her head sway
Snapping that neck back, she calling me sensei
Rock Bangkok caught a plane to Brisbane
All around the world I was laying my pimp game
Throwing FM up, Crown in a red cup
Put a few back watch you and your friend fuck
5' 10" with a slim frame and nice D′s
The OG, oo-ee, sugar honey iced tea


Yeah, yeah, sugar honey iced tea
She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea
And I ain′t saying she a tramp, but she might be
Out of your league yo, sugar honey iced tea

Uh, come on, sugar honey iced tea
She probably ain't a day over nineteen
Watch how the hips sway in her tight jeans
She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea

Yo, break your back. Breathe and stop
′Til your jeans rip and you feel a breeze on your crotch
Shake 'til you ′bout to faint and see spots
Dance floor like you in the Philippines, hot
Know what I mean, the machine is greasy
So the hits keep coming like my team in three-peat
Freshly dipped, who the tits we might be
The codename for shit, sugar honey iced tea


So that's what it is yo, spinning my light speed
The sugar honey ice tea, clubbing the 19
Body pack the punch getting drunk and touchy
With the long curly hair tucked up in the scrunchy
Yes, yes, keep checking and you′ll find me
Tappin' on the B'berry 7290
Step in the square, hands waving everywhere
But the chance of me and you girl would never be fair

Hold up, let′s get a bottle of gold
You know the Warner Brother tab going outta control
Thought you had to go to church, now you climbing the pole
Like she working for dough, she dunno that I′m broke
See the diamonds on my neck from my dog Shinod'
But you gotta hard hat like you mining for coal
So, fall back, put the bottle of Cris′ down
I've had about enough. Shit. Kick this bitch out

Not this one man, she′s kicking it with me
Slap the little access sticker on the jeans
Bring your twin fly to the main event
Turn a whole group of nines to a basic ten
And then, take a sip, take a jingle and spit
Chewing on my ears speaking freaky lan-gu-ages
Now her hands in my pocket, where the money might be
Nice try sweetie pie, sugar honey iced tea

Sugar honey iced tea
Sugar honey iced tea
Sugar honey iced tea
Sugar honey iced tea
Sugar honey iced tea