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Big Sugar Better Get Used To It

better get used to it, baby You better get used to it, baby Better get used to it, baby Better get used to it, baby Better get used to it, baby Better get used

yourself Matter a fact grab your strap and bang yourself Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond I'm a big dick you know the one everybody's on You

on, uh, yeah Uh, if ya want some, come and get some Chorus (2x): Well it's silly of you (To think that I) Would ever take a dive (Can I keep it live

it all Better friends than lovers Sugar can't you see? You need you and I really need me So it's time now really We're so much better friends We used

Jackson with the writing pad) Robby: Couldn't have said it better myself. (Miley smiles into space) Lilly:Miley, I know you want to get better but sucking

real men get it Aw, child, ain't it a pity? Sometimes it gets too shitty! Come on and hit me! You're on the streets And it ain't so pretty You need to

y'all, thought you knew I'm the shit dog That's what you get for rollin all hard in kickball (fucker!) Fartknocker, you better hope class lasts Cause

And just playin' around *Hey* And just foolin' around *Hey* And just clowin' around *Hey* [Swizz] Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Whoo

, roll it up take a hit and then pass it That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit It's guarenteed everytime we get hoe's I play on my guitar,