Man i got everything candy painted candy painted 10 cents
so dark i'd be lyin if i said i aint hit at least 9 of my freinds
plus i got so much candy paint on my rims paint be flyin off my car
i be candy paintin the neighbour hood kids i got that whole blocked lookin like its candy land
ask about me man they be like there goes the candyman
i pop the car in the garage and go in and come back in the next morinin
the rims they still spinin hit the doors on that phantom man
that shit look like the bat mobile 32 inch rims
shit i aint even got no wheels
custom fited custom kited wood grain
custom everythin whats that on the seat custom mustard stain
now lets go hit the mall yall know that we freind to ball
get out the car and ya'll be like there goes them superstars
hit every store flash a fucking wad of cash buy i aint buying shit bitch kiss my candy painted ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit the corner liquor store to get Corona, tip the owner,
Sipped it on the way out as I dip I wanna rip the road up.
Then I'ma hit the cinema an' I'ma get the hoes,
'Cause when I be it, I be it, shit anything goes.
I'm ballin' outta control, girls know I'm loaded with dough,
But shit I'm sleezy as fuck, I'm fuckin' sleezy as hoes.
These bitches don't get a crumb, and it come,
And I'm like, "what up, shut up bitch, sit up, get up off them knees,
My candy paints enough, if you love me I'll let you hug me,
But that's all you get" then I'ma split, disappear,
And a cloud of smoke is all you see.
Bitch get the fuck out my car if we aint gonna fuck
caus im horny as fuck bitch you sucka my dick or what?
I fuck a chick in the butt i really dont give a shit
is pretty marshal gonna have to go choke me a bitch?
you fuckin keyed up my benz? bitch i fuckin beat up my friends
think i wont beat a bitch i kick a six year old in the ribs
you fucking retard i have you suck farts outa my seat
i teach you not to know how to control your bouls when you eat
what the fuck you think that (coastomy) bag is for looks?
i aint waste 9 bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks
i fucking take a make a wish foundation patient with me
i buy some coke inside your ???soulution IV
turn around and use it on me you try to snort off my keys?
you fucking brat you bag it and come to florida with me
tell your mumma ima drop you off at the hospital later
we gonna make this run now take this gun and cover me slater and quit your ballin
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