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Description
Producer: Viky Red
Composer: Summer Cem
Composer: Busta Rhymes
Composer: Luisa Ionela Luca Minelli
Lyricist: Summer Cem
Lyricist: Busta Rhymes
Lyricist: Luisa Ionela Luca Minelli
Lyrics and translation
Original
Un poquito azúcar!
Sí, sí, I said, mi armadura. I think you know why, baby, no soy yo la dura.
Digo no, no, ahora yo no tengo cura. I'm looking for something to do, forget that I am sola.
Baby, why do I say, baby, on and on? When you have other things lately on and on.
And why am I singing 'bout you? Come on! When I should cut the past and just move on.
Un poquito azúcar que quita mi amargura, es lo que necesito para mi armadura.
Or something como love, que sea mi locura, o algo que me suba, suba la temperatura.
Un poquito azúcar que quita mi amargura, es lo que necesito para mi armadura.
Or something como love, que sea mi locura, o algo que me suba, suba la temperatura.
-Un poquito azúcar. Un poquito azúcar. -Algo que me suba, suba la temperatura.
Schlagzeilen, als wäre ich Staatsfeind. Fast Life, Haram Money wandert in mein
Sparschwein. Bassa Bass lässt für Siki einen Part frei. Showmaker, so wie in der
Super Bowl Halftime. Kleine Hunde denken, sie kratzen an Samas Ego. Ich rauch
Satuschi, fit is Habanero. Mamma Mia, nächsten Sommer wieder auf Barbados. Zwei
Hoes, White Toast, Farbe Raffaello. Beide mit Baba Arsch und feier' wie Adana. Gute
Genetik, curvy lady from the Motherland.
Ihr Body ist ein Phänomen, Martina wie -Aeroplane. Let's go, Mami, qué lo qué?
-Un poquito azúcar que quita mi amargura, es lo que necesito para mi armadura.
Or something como love, que sea mi locura, o algo que me suba, suba la temperatura.
Un poquito azúcar que quita mi amargura, es lo que necesito para mi armadura.
Or something como love, que sea mi locura, o -algo que me suba, suba la temperatura. -Un poquito azúcar. Un poquito azúcar.
Algo que me suba, suba la temperatura.
Mami, pull up on me, let's get close and blow the pressure cooker.
Rub yourself up against me, ha, let me give you some sugar, ha.
Shake your ass in my face when the bass come out the woofer. Tenderize your meat like a chef or maybe a butcher.
Look here, sexy smoking your hookah.
Private dancing for me on your live from your computer. Love the way you got me on your mind, that kamasutra.
Put it on me while you squirting, I bust my bazooka. Hallelujah, everything 'bout you super.
Now put that ass on me, love the way you maneuver.
Love the way you reserve the coochie, nothing running through ya.
Only let me knock off your boots, got me -running back to your. . .
-Un poquito azúcar que quita mi amargura, es lo que necesito para mi armadura.
Or something como love, que sea mi locura, o algo que me suba, suba la temperatura.
Un poquito azúcar que quita mi amargura, es lo que necesito para mi armadura.
Or something como love, que sea mi locura, o -algo que me suba, suba la temperatura. -Un poquito azúcar.
-Un poquito azúcar.
-Algo que me suba, suba la temperatura.
A little bit of sugar, how you get so fly? Living la vida loca, baby, nothing on my mind.
A little bit of sugar, how you get so fly?
Like I said, hey, hey, ay!
English translation
A little sugar!
Yes, yes, I said, my armor. I think you know why, baby, I'm not the tough one.
I say no, no, now I don't have a cure. I'm looking for something to do, forget that I am alone.
Baby, why do I say, baby, on and on? When you have other things lately on and on.
And why am I singing 'bout you? Come on! When I should cut the past and just move on.
A little sugar that takes away my bitterness, is what I need for my armor.
Or something like love, that is my madness, or something that raises my temperature, raises my temperature.
A little sugar that takes away my bitterness, is what I need for my armor.
Or something like love, that is my madness, or something that raises my temperature, raises my temperature.
-A little sugar. A little sugar. -Something that raises my temperature.
Schlagzeilen, als wäre ich Staatsfeind. Fast Life, Haram Money wandert in mein
Sparschwein. Bassa Bass lässt für Siki einen Part frei. Showmaker, so wie in der
Super Bowl Halftime. Little Hunde denken, sie kratzen an Samas Ego. Ich rauch
Satuschi, fit is Habanero. Mamma Mia, last summer in Barbados. zwei
Hoes, White Toast, Farbe Raffaello. Beide mit Baba Arsch und feier' wie Adana. Gute
Genetik, curvy lady from the Motherland.
Ihr Body ist ein Phänomen, Martina wie -Aeroplane. Let's go, Mommy, what what what?
-A little sugar that takes away my bitterness, is what I need for my armor.
Or something like love, that is my madness, or something that raises my temperature, raises my temperature.
A little sugar that takes away my bitterness, is what I need for my armor.
Or something like love, let it be my madness, or something that raises my temperature, raises my temperature. -A little sugar. A little sugar.
Something that raises my temperature.
Mommy, pull up on me, let's get close and blow the pressure cooker.
Rub yourself up against me, ha, let me give you some sugar, ha.
Shake your ass in my face when the bass comes out the woofer. Tenderize your meat like a chef or maybe a butcher.
Look here, sexy smoking your hookah.
Private dancing for me on your live from your computer. Love the way you got me on your mind, that kamasutra.
Put it on me while you squirting, I bust my bazooka. Hallelujah, everything 'bout you super.
Now put that ass on me, love the way you maneuver.
Love the way you reserve the coochie, nothing running through anymore.
Only let me knock off your boots, got me -running back to your. . .
-A little sugar that takes away my bitterness, is what I need for my armor.
Or something like love, that is my madness, or something that raises my temperature, raises my temperature.
A little sugar that takes away my bitterness, is what I need for my armor.
Or something like love, let it be my madness, or something that raises my temperature, raises my temperature. -A little sugar.
-A little sugar.
-Something that raises my temperature.
A little bit of sugar, how do you get so fly? Living la vida loca, baby, nothing on my mind.
A little bit of sugar, how do you get so fly?
Like I said, hey, hey, oh!