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Pack The Candy

man, baby, you know what it do (I'm throwed) I'm fresher than the fruit bowl, leanin' like a gas gauge Straight up off the dome, freestylin' like hair braids Makin' that candy

, strawberry sponge Chasing away the sun Don't let those precious moments fool you Happiness is getting you down A rainbow never smiles or blinks It's just a candy

I was young, I was running with Bad Boys But now I'm older, hope they saw I'm running with Bad Boys (That's right) Here come another man unlike no other man Candy

? Let's hit my homie's crib, with the elevator in it Laid up in the bed, or maybe the sauna In the kitchen, or the den, or the pack of your Impala Ain

won't tell yo' daddy, baby I always had game but I've been extra savvy lately You probably saw me at the corners in that candy Dodge Ram Folks who ain

seat like I'm hunckback And my Chevy look so dope old school Vo's on it Got it floatin' like a row boat Gold flakes in the candy paint drippin' on the

I don't give a fuck I push the girl right outta the door and wish her good luck And listen kid you count yourself lucky You got a blowpop cause I want candy

no more Graduation rates so high Nobody's a fool Now that's good news Chorus Wanna dance with a cutie In the pale moonlight It's my duty Check two fresh and fruity Sweet like candy

G.) Its tha (Mon E. G.) Chevy Anthem Remix, my Chevy Ridin High (Yo Gotti) Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.) (Mon E. G.) Chevy ridin high, blue candy paint make