Ain't playin' wit me homie let the eagle shoot Now what it do, yeah baby young flippa is back Now what it do, ya nigga candy cadalac Now what it do,
head up to VIP thug-style Like WOWnobody sippin on cristal? They all got a Evian or OJ And shorty that I just met name was Candy Said she let this true candy
he laced her Cheeba She do be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy
candy paint is just a fantasy custom leather everywhere you look is woodgrain big Ball tellin you its all about the candy mane (Chorus) x5 Just like candy (candy
Balladeer: (?) They called it Dirty Gulch, and this is how it got its name Everyone who chewed some gum or ate a candy bar Would throw the wrapper
love me It's just the way that you love me It ain't the clothes that you wear It ain't the things that you buy It ain't your house on the hill It ain
I found my thrills when we went up the hill And you use to feel me, my body would get chills I picked you up in my 89 Chevy I bought you candy and popcorn
top Straight up, outta H-Town and the funk don't stop Watch the trunk just pop, and the front end hop I'ma swang on these boppas, I'm a clown these cops Candy
No muscle man, no candy cane No pack of sexy starving wolves No money talking, moonlight walking Lady shocking, big crow cocking Those ladybugs can go
s candy on the slab, nigga Before we burn out It's billionaire frames Cherry wood grain Two on the Benz Glass top switching lanes Hundred thousand acres 10 on the hill
fat face like a doll I got made in a candy floss smog I was born in the year of the dog And I drove in my car where the hills stand to shore Over and
I'm looking at the world through these Candy colored glasses that I'm wearing Staring, noticing that everything is Just the way I'd like for it to be
up to VIP thug style Like wow, nobody sippin' on Cristal? They all got an Evian or OJ And shorty that I just met, name was Candy Said she like this true candy
F/Unk & Candy Hill - Magic City [Intro:UNK] DJ Unk (okay), we up in Magic City. Scott Storch, we up in Magic City. 2XL, we up in Magic City. Candy Hill
every flight there's turbulence and I had some But I remained focused and kept dropping the bomb 'What should I do next? That was going through my head Then Candy
L P And I'll make him go and get my shit We can go from a fly ass jetta to a coupe De Ville Hotel tally ho or the Beverly hill A real nigga not the run
look fresh Hopped out the shower, baguettes cross my chest 4-5 handy, Lamborgini candy In 21 years, I knocked down four grammy's I like to ride long, candy
Cuz I ain't about to go down The way that I pull up, I got the jackers lookin' at me 24's and swingers, sold the candy and got me caffie And I don't