CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Candles (Studio Session)

Oh-oh
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Hey

Two Percs in, three Percs in
Either way it go, I'm finna put the work in
I flew into LAX, Bibby pulled up in the Benz
Three weeks later, we in New York, rockin' Gucci Suede trench
I won't wear contacts, but I love Versace lens
Choppa cook a n***a grill, like who let Hibachi in?
She ask me if I wanna f**k, I told her "Well it all depends"
Do you love me for my money, do you love me for my sins?
N***as love my style 'til the point the copy it
How you hatin' outside the club, when you can't even get in?
I just counted twenty bands, time to blow it in the wind
Drugs got me in trench, Lord's knows I'm a sin
Did it all on my own, so it's still f**k a friend, ayy
I don't owe nobody sh*t, don't call me, b*t*h call it quits
Treat my d**k just like your pride, ho', you better swallow it
Yeah I got a couple side hoes they love to swallow it
I need me a fly b*t*h, flyer than a pilot is
You know I be high, b*t*h, higher than a pilot is
If you ain't talkin' money, then the conversation over with
Too bad, so sad, b*t*h just get over it
My b*t*h on a blow she always been a Coca Cola kid
I just took my heart up out the freezer, love 'em then I leave 'em
Rick James, b*t*h, I'm a cheater
She told me I came of a little too aggresive
I guess I gotta watch my demeanor
Had a hearthurt friend, she's the leader
If she ever, ever hurt me, I may just have to beat her
Haha- I'm not finna say that
But what if she just wants me 'cause I'm ridin' in a beamer
Don't know why this heartbreak sh*t take my life away