CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Candy Land
(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
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
