Lyrics:
to the beat
Or better yet won't you lay on yo back
But you need to stop teasin' me
By squeezin' me and just let my finger get to workin' with that
You know
(Tiffany, J. Brooks, T. Feehan)
I don't like the way I feel
But I don't understand
Why I hide the things I do
And I don't care who's wrong or right
tonight, the stars are falling from the sky
Just like bread crumbs in your mind. Of all the things that we can't find
If all the wisdom glued this world,
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Im a stylelist of a star cause I style myself
And im dancin with the stars,dancin by myself
I was lost so I had to go an find myself
You can take
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I'm ridin' on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game,
Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't
I worry, I weigh three times my body
I worry, I throw my fear around
But this morning
There's a calm I can't explain
The rock candy's melted,
without her
I don't go nowhere without her
Hide in my soda, Osama, when it come to that Wocka'
I got that ho by her flocka, Keisha
One minute I'm
Yeah
Mind is racing ye
I don't need your sympathies
Swervin' in that foreign that's my spaceship
Addy look like candy but it tasteless
Spillin' all this
revisions in my mind
I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I
revisions in my mind
I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I
girl
Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends
And every time he passed by they all invite him in
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance
he passes by, they all invite him
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance and talk his baby talk.
With a hole in pants and his knees stick out, he's
(When at the door)
So open your mind
Don't feel shy
Feel like your batman with his disguise
Not gonna lie
You changed my life
When I walk in
I feel like
Under the Sun
Embrace the Apocalypse
Get bodied in yo’ Candy Paint Caddy
This ain’t Shaolin Monk, we don’t front with Karate
Dropped LSD now I'm chased by
to mine
There's no barrier that could stop me
Lips so flavorful, sweet as candy
Walls of roses surrounding your body
Now lock me inside your memory
Our time
leave you wishin' for more
Because my raps ain't bull,got cold stupid pull
You want to eat my rhymes like candy,till your mind's over full
But most MC's
looking good
Swangin down the boulevard
Chunky deuce the fifth is shining
The queen is ridin shotgun
And finger's behind me
So never you mind me
I'm just
hit da shit sideways
Fucked up her mind state
I got my mind made
You play with my chips
I'm flippin da script
By boosting da crime rate
I'll handle it
(Tease)
My team get buckets on buckets on buckets so nigga just fuck it
New whip and the paint on it candy
I'm a savage not talkin' bout randy
I'm a savage
It's funny call me when you're
Crawling back to me
Build a boy workshop
Fill you with cotton
Not as sweet as candy
Poison in your mind and tongue
My
outcome
But I'm by any mean necessary like malcom
Pillow talking for the info
Mobbed out with my kinfolk
100 Drum on the draco
Candy paint coming down slow
the back
Gon' shine
We'll blow your mind
With vocal rhyme
My DJ in the back is gonna
Yo, we payin' homage as well as returnin' favors
Candy for your
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