Violent femme kids
Rolling with a whole lotta noise
Tried to keep us in the paddock
Won't retire our voice
Shooting at you with the honey gun that's loaded with joy
I spit candy bullets on the crowd a flow darker than Floyd
Never had it
Boots are bangin'
Automatic
Rhythm magic
Cause I love myself
Yeah I do it for fun
Me and me baby
Heart drunk
Hot mess
Real ones on the run
Bloody shoes like Cardi when I'm withdrawing the funds
I'm a bull in a china shop when it come to the crunch
I disintegrate hate wired high on an eight
Kissing white boys on the border honest and straight
You feel it straight through your bones when we invading your homes
Punk'n soul scum on a permanent attitude
We don't play
A sound sweet like sugar, you must have a death-wish
Nasty noise be all on that next shit
Rage! Misbehave
Big Nasty - Sugar! Lyrics
Big Nasty - Sugar! Lyrics
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Violent femme kids
Rolling with a whole lotta noise
Tried to keep us in the paddock
Won't retire our voice
Shooting at you with the honey gun that's loaded with joy
I spit candy bullets on the crowd a flow darker than Floyd
Never had it
Boots are bangin'
Automatic
Rhythm magic
Cause I love myself
Yeah I do it for fun
Me and me baby
Heart drunk
Hot mess
Real ones on the run
Bloody shoes like Cardi when I'm withdrawing the funds
I'm a bull in a china shop when it come to the crunch
I disintegrate hate wired high on an eight
Kissing white boys on the border honest and straight
You feel it straight through your bones when we invading your homes
Punk'n soul scum on a permanent attitude
We don't play
A sound sweet like sugar, you must have a death-wish
Nasty noise be all on that next shit
Rage! Misbehave
Rolling with a whole lotta noise
Tried to keep us in the paddock
Won't retire our voice
Shooting at you with the honey gun that's loaded with joy
I spit candy bullets on the crowd a flow darker than Floyd
Never had it
Boots are bangin'
Automatic
Rhythm magic
Cause I love myself
Yeah I do it for fun
Me and me baby
Heart drunk
Hot mess
Real ones on the run
Bloody shoes like Cardi when I'm withdrawing the funds
I'm a bull in a china shop when it come to the crunch
I disintegrate hate wired high on an eight
Kissing white boys on the border honest and straight
You feel it straight through your bones when we invading your homes
Punk'n soul scum on a permanent attitude
We don't play
A sound sweet like sugar, you must have a death-wish
Nasty noise be all on that next shit
Rage! Misbehave
Writer: Brady Hawes, Elijah Smith, Maximus Priest, Mitchell Raschke
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Big Nasty
Length: 2:07
Written by: Brady Hawes, Elijah Smith, Maximus Priest, Mitchell Raschke