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Candy Land
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(Marc Boomin, I miss you) Hmm, hmm N***a, you ain't out here trappin' Hey, n***a, you?Alright You was sittin' in the crib with your kids, you the family man I just pulled up with some doonies in the family van B*t*h want me to send her my location, we in Candy Land I can't tell if she got a fat a**, she got on granny pants I be walkin' 'round clutch like my daddy friend Trippin' 'round this b*t*h, I just sold my friend granny Xans I been out here servin' Billy, I got Mandy mad N***a thought he bought some molly, it's a sandy bag N***a, we got chops for the opps, we'll get on your a** Man, these n***as out here stealin' flows, man, I'm oh so mad When I lost my n***a Gabe 'bo, I was oh so sad I could've graduated but I didn't, said f**k that cla** I don't f**k with these n***as, they be in th?y feelings A n***a play with YN Jay, n***a, I'm gon kill 'em FN Five-Seven 308 will knock down a building You got a hundred-somethin' guns, boy, you not no killer Spin the block chop, bang-bang, yeah, that's a body bag Black Louis V belt rockin', it's like karate cla** Need 2 bands for a feature 'cause it's probably a** Made 100 off of unemployment, I don't lollygag LA, ATL, then I go and hit Miami I'm with Coochie Man, if she freaky throw the b*t*h to scamily I don't sell drugs, but I for sure just got some scripts from Granny Dog sh*t on me, if I up it, she gon' sh*t her panties If I ain't got the gun on me, n***a, I'm gon' stab you You be beatin' on your b*t*h like you Joe Jackson You will never get a ring, b*t*h, you Matt Stafford I just blew a hundred-somethin' bands, now I'm back stacking Wiped his nose, I'm a slimeball Magic Johnson, you can only get them dimes off Dior swim trunks, b*t*h, I'm finna slide off Aiming out the window, flash on, turn the lights off Old lady walkin' across the street too slow, I'm finna hit your granny I'm the real Coochie Man, I'll hit your granny B*t*h walkin' out the crib too fast, don't forget your panties I can never have a babysitter 'cause I hit my nanny Sent him up top, up top, I hit him with a ladder Cut into the lil freaky b*t*h, like come get lit with scammers Balenciaga socks, I don't f**k with Mr. Alan's Shooters hittin' baskets, hit the funeral, we gon' hit his casket Bro got 20,000, he can't fit it in a f**kin' Fanny I fell asleep in that b*t*h pu**y, I was off the Xannies Old lady seen me with a F and she told my granny Man, I'm runnin' up a check damn near every week If you ain't got no money for me, n***a, we can't even speak I f**ked this lil' b*t*h from the back, man, her sh*t was neat I just won 10 on the dice, man, that n***a sweet
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