Shugah is my name; supreme excellence is my claim to fame.
Get to know a sista’
I got you…because I’m going through.
Like Jill Scott said, I got celibacy blues. I’m a junkie boy….
hook me up with that good stuff, I gotta have yo’ fix.
Let me show you what I need and where I need it.
Ain’t nothing wrong with loving me baby. Go on…taste it, I’ve been told it’s soft like cotton and sweet like honey, but I
don’t do samples it’s all or nothing and I’m giving it away like coupons on Sunday.
Don’t stop; make me come to you by whispering in my box. Slow and long,
hot and wet, that’s what it takes to quench my palette...and I’m sooo thirsty baby.
Call me aloud by my name….baby, butter, so smooth and creamy, rich and tasty,
lovely and deliciously sticky…. Brown Shugah! ! !
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