Lyrics:
flippa is back
Now what it do, ya nigga candy cadalac
Now what it do, pump yo bracks its just to much playin'
I still rep for my lane, now what is y'all
sick but I'm the sickest one
I got 99 problems but a dick ain't one
I got 99 guns and I still ain't done
Until this day I wish that I could bring back
These niggas in love with the cameras and action
Throw blows like Mike
When I get up, Ima buy me a mansion
Ball hard like Mike
Wrapped up in
it crackin' I love to bust flows
Hit it from the back 'cause I love to buck hoe
Spit it for the city I love Chicago
Calico's buck, I love to bust
I mean, I don't even know where to start like.
It's like you find love, and you loose love, and then
Met her up town on dykeman
Aight then
BeatKing: Pop it on me ho
Bitch I need you, Bitch I need you
To pop it on me ho
Bring it back, Bring it back,
Bring it cye cye where you going
Bring that
a drive by
Smokin' weed on the jet, bitch, I'm fly high
You don't wanna give me neck? Bitch, bye bye
On to the next bitch, I hope she bi-bi
'Cause I love
Pink elephants and lemonade, dear Jessie
Hear the laughter running through the love parade
Candy kisses and a sunny day, dear Jessie
See the roses
the window you know this is lit
Baby I love you
You know that I love you
You know that Imma to stay
To the end
Hold up
God will bring you back to life
Aye
expeditiously,
Matter fact Soulja Boy,
Holla at them nephew.
You digg
Pronto, you know it how we ball
She dancin' on my drawls, with my back against
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops (off tops)
Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel
Lean back or throw ya leather, chunk a deuce,
do it do it
Of this chocolated coated candy
Do it do it do it
Baby do it for me
Chorus:
Baby i love (i love it)x2
When you work it back and forth x2
it crackin' I love to bust flows
Hit it from the back 'cause I love to buck hoe
Spit it for the city I love Chicago
Calico's buck, I love to bust
out visa
Who Mike Jones yea that nigga none to the people
Who Mike Jones yea that nigga none to the people
Where is Mike Jones coming back so turn up
say she love my molly, so we can leave this party
And go back to my hotel, and don't stop for Hibachi
Don't stop in the lobby, I hope you massage me
I
fall in love with me
I got my four fingers all up in the air
She back it up while I pull her by the hair
I had a long week I don't really care
Been
she want when we screwin'
I'm on point, I know what I'm doin'
Way too smart to act like I'm stupid
I get my advice from Mike Rubin
I'm not by
(And I brought)
(And I brought)
(And I brought, dreams)
(Dreams)
(Dreams)
(And I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you)
(I love you)
(I
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get
You know the boy Brad is down wit us
The boy Big Mike still down wit us
Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk
Niggas in the southside down wit us
Fifth
Back at this track
Hyperventilating, asthmatic
But always on the grind, automatic
Spit from the mind
Pay out of pocket
All the time from rhyme to rhyme
me Saph Debarge
I'm not from Chi Raq but i'm i'll wit the noise
You might not come back if you play wit me boy
Got love for KP used to stay wit the boy
there is plenty of,
You need no reservation,
Just bring along the one you love!
Help yourself to happiness,
An' sprinkle it with mirth,
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