It's funny honey but you don't care you never want to take me anywhere you ride around in your cadium car you keep wishing upon a star why is it you
I can't put out your fire i know it's too late i can't be up for hire it's not my best trait the gallow glass is cracking it's starting to smash how
She's driving away with the dim lights on and she's making a play she can't go wrong she never waits too long she's winding them down on her clock machine
fo'? Fo' is for the hoes, and 5 to stay alive That shoulda been number 1, cause I don't wanna die Add 6 when I begin to flip the big benz With the candy
on my toes till the day that my casket close Bankrolls and fine hoes, fancy cars and starched clothes Weed cigars and Moet rolls, pints a bar and kushy dro Dime collector outside the club in candy
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams 'Cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green I might ride tha range wit tha roley on the rocks Or push a candy
I'm down to break jaws when I take alls Yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like Nate Dog Break laws leathal weapon like Danny slangin' candy
feet deep or some where sleep behind them iron bars Cuz I done knocked off plenty cars and.. Off plenty hoes Done pulled up plenty shows Candy paint
money I put the Rivvy on blades When I got that 'lac money I candied the Escalade Got that screw in my deck, a house or two on my neck A couple cars on
seats is pony mayne my air-forces is crocodile candy and dodo mayne so when i step out i step and im fly thats fa'sho tho mayne now cadillac cars the
Known as a killa man fresh from the dealer man So So niggas aint no crew illa than 10 niggas layin and i got about a million dollars worth of cars
chrome rims Rims on da truck make them heffers get hypnotized quick Candy colored paintin' makin' new tricks fanu's this Bars on my tucker time to step up into my wip O
take ya chain and ya tennis I was raised in the Clover, I roll with Note and the Chemist no more shoppin at Mervan's, cause I'm tourin in Burlan candy
see me in the benzo Sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window I'm candy paint with DVD'
O'Shea, O'Shea Get your ass in here, boy You hear me calling you? O'Shea When I was young, I used to hang with the seventh graders Little bad motherfucker
I had seen a lot of niggers come up in this game But never did they make the look so good From candy cars to bright yellow bras The gangster white walls
say at least I try alot of niggaz don't wanna work and when they look in the mirror and wonder why they pockets hurt Cause they broke and wanna buy clothes and cars
and glow like I'm bangin' on ya door Dripped up and down, leather on my spine Candy Brougham, look like 2 cars combined Plasma screens showin' from the