Verse
Sugarcane stall, juice dripping down your wrist
Market noise fading, only you exist
Lace on your waist, beads counting each turn
Roadside sun hot but you burn brighter, girl
Machete cutting cane, sweet water running free
You lick your fingers slow, you dey watch me
Okada horns blowing, nobody dey mind
Your hips dey talk to me in cane and lime
Pre-Chorus
So tell me now, tell me now
Who go carry this sugar down
Waist tie tight, beads on show
Where you go, na there I go
Chorus
Sugar for your waist, sugar for your waist
Sweet like the cane you cut, I taste
Hips dey turn small small, no waste
Sugar for your waist, sugar for your waist
Verse
Later by the stall light, moths on the bulb
Your gele loosen, shadow on the wall
Cane peel on the ground, juice on your palm
You press your waist on mine, keeping me calm
Grinding soft like pestle inside a bowl
Sweet talk in Pidgin, low and slow
You say make I hold you, make I no dey shy
Sugar melting, nobody asking why
Pre-Chorus
So tell me now, tell me now
Who go carry this sugar down
Waist tie tight, beads on show
Where you go, na there I go
Chorus
Sugar for your waist, sugar for your waist
Sweet like the cane you cut, I taste
Hips dey turn small small, no waste
Sugar for your waist, sugar for your waist
Bridge
Your waist beads counting one, two, three
Every turn dey call me close to thee
No be lie, na truth wey I dey chase
Just the sugar, just your waist
Chorus
Sugar for your waist, sugar for your waist
Sweet like the cane you cut, I taste
Hips dey turn small small, no waste
Sugar for your waist, sugar for your waist
