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David Ackles (David Ackles) · David Ackles (David Ackles) · David Ackles (David Ackles) · David Ackles (David Ackles) · Candy Candy (Kyary Pamyu Pamyu) · Candy Candy (Kyary Pamyu Pamyu) · Candy Candy: The Heyday of Bubblegum Pop (Hutchinson, Hutch) · House of David: The David "Fathead" Newman Anthology (David "Fathead" Newman) · Candy Man Blues: Essential Recordings (Mississippi John Hurt) · Candy Man Blues: Essential Recordings (Mississippi John Hurt) – and 90 other albums »


to Funkmaster Flex and seen a grown man cry
For my candy, sittin' on nuttin' but glass
Stoppin' traffic on the freeway when I fly past

In my candy, got no
Man we up all night fuckin by the Hollywood sign

Yeah got smacked up 
Everytime she backed up
Didn't know there was room in the back
Of the lack
nigga ain't tryin to run up then i will
Hit it from behind that's how i polly wit mines
Man we up all night fuckin by the Hollywood sign
Yea got
on me, I see you blushing girl
I got you tempted cause I'm smooth as David Ruffin girl

[Chorus]

I'm the kid from the telly with R. Kelly man
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush.  Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
 
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
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went from ashy elbows, to loungin on Melrose
Stayin in the best suites for weeks
In (?) sheets, alone while you cryin at home
By the phone, hopin I'll
Hit it from behind that's how I polly wit mines
Man we up all night fuckin by the Hollywood sign
Yea got smacked up
Everytime she backed up
Didn't know
swervin, man it's gettin hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Want to be a baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades
swervin, man it's gettin hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Want to be a baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades
swervin, man it's gettin hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Want to be a baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades
anonymity, no forced validity
False Hopes, we got close, man, we got ghost
Tough shows and rough roads until every sign said, GO!

Take the skins
Hang em