Candy Lady Lyrics

Intro:
Yeah
Oooh yeah
Phew

Chorus:
Lil shawty just wanna pop it wanna kick with the star (stars)
Say she don't wanna be sober and she wanna f*ck on mars
Im pullin' up with Celine, and a little molly and a little bars
Ain't trippin' on no money cause my plug is the God
And when it come to bankroll, how it sized? Extra large
Ain't tripping about no bitch I go snatch another broad
Candy Lady on my wrist freezer cuz that bitch hard
Candy Lady had the spot beating thru the burglar bars

Verse 1:
Ooh, serving out burglar bars, [?] hot got burglar bars
Pull up I throw something thru your window yeen gotta park the car
Lil trapstar, lil shawty wanna superstar
So im hopping out a rapper car
He wasn't even dripping like the God he really was a replica (hahaha)
I can't even pull over right this minute my pistole stolen
And, all blue hunnids and you know we rolling
Got a one tone rollie it golden
Having, Broomstick and you know I gotta keep it on a nigga like i'm from the Magnolia
Off that Old Nat and [?] walking on the street hoe'n
f*ck nigga when you hit my phone you better speak Trapanese (what's happenin')
I just got low on the pack and I'm tripping I'm boutta go pick up some mo lil weed
Double C shoe on me imma treat them bitch like Ri
Issa lotta hoes in here we just gotta kick out the backseat

Chorus:
Lil shawty just wanna pop it wanna kick with the star (stars)
Say she don't wanna be sober and she wanna f*ck on mars
Im pullin' up with Celine, and a little molly and a little bars
Ain't trippin' on no money cause my plug is the God
And when it come to bankroll, how it sized? Extra large Ain't tripping about no bitch I go snatch another broad
Candy Lady on my wrist freezer cuz that bitch hard
Candy Lady had the spot beating thru the burglar bars

Verse 2:
Ooh, where ya at?
Got the spot beating like Cadillac
Boy we sellin no dill pickle
Boy we selling no Icicle
I'm sipping that syrup like brown liquor
I'm geeked up gotta get back witcha
I'm strapped up nigga gotta get right witcha
I'm racked up bitch I flex in my picture
I was aiming at these niggas shit Big god musta wanted me to miss em
Imma let that bitch go to the late night in the extendo (fah-fah!)
You want me to aim that lil stick out the top or just come out the window? (GOD)
You want me to jump out the car or just keep on going? Only god knows (God knowss)
When they asked me when I want my bags I told em' pronto
Imma sit it right there leave it right there
Got that money airing out like booty hole [?Need Shad for this line]
Got me f*cked up you thinking I'm not popping out
I might fall in the club with the 30 shot
I might make the lil hoe pull the titties out
Turn a regular club to a morgue spot!

Chorus:
Lil shawty just wanna pop it wanna kick with the star (stars)
Say she don't wanna be sober and she wanna f*ck on mars
Im pullin' up with Celine, and a little molly and a little bars
Ain't trippin' on no money cause my plug is the God
And when it come to bankroll, how it sized? Extra large
Ain't tripping about no bitch I go snatch another broad
Candy Lady on my wrist freezer cuz that bitch hard
Candy Lady had the spot beating thru the burglar bars

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