Lyrics:
uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Balling uncontrollably
Man I got everything candy painted and candy pain attends
So dark I be
Grey Skye Evans
Grey Skye Evans
Ya Aye
Rollie Rollie
Be like Grey
Okay
Hit them folks
Then Nae Nae
All day
Drop and Wop
I don't play
Hold up, hold
Bad, bad, blood was running
In the veins of parker evans
A crash, crash
A crash is surely coming
If it can't turn a freight train round
Parker
Calling me DADDY
I call her MAMA
She dont eat CANDY
She only BLOW POPS
I told her call me
So I can make it juicy for ya
Call me
So I can get it juicy for ya
BILLS
But I call 'em ice chips
Cold clutch
You know I got a ice grip
Come get a cold kiss like, MUAH
Candy red car, Father Christmas
That's my sleigh, I
it up and lay you on my poker table
Went from Evan to seven
Ride me like a highway
Ooooo
I’ll let you take control
Ya got me like mmm mm mm
I’m
a limousine
Orange jelly beans
Get the candy halloween
Film another movie scene
Walking Dead no Eugene
Bucks County no dry clean bitch
Bitch i pull up
And no I don't got me a plan B
God told me be all I can be
This track is sweeter than candy
Hop off the jet when I land
Father gon' stretch out his
Mika sweet as candy
Lauren's pearls can come in handy
Evans plays with gravity
The Piglin would be Strawburry
Dragon Solidarity
His wings are just like
with all these fuckin lames yea
I'm a real one and that's the truth
Got that king size candy bar baby Ruth
I remember hours in the gym with silky
an infatuation
infatuation just an infatuation (bv)
V2
There’s no compromise
I’m no eye candy on your arm
When it comes to love,
Love
on lock down
If a nigga talking all that ra-ra-roundhouse straight to the mouth
Roadhouse straight from the south like gold mouths
Candy paint foam with
your stomach like some heavy pasta
It's comfort food, that Cracker Barrell, that Bob Evans
We all want to eat just different ideas of extra gravy
And in
with some fucking sweet candy
I beat everyone you could even add Angie
Working at fast food shit was so scary
Had to get help by the goat fucking Larry
trick-or-treat candy
So long ago since we'd ride down Bryan Boulevard bumping Faith Evans and Brandy
Only hope you ever had was under my wing biting the hand that
to the mouth
Roadhouse straight from the south like gold mouths
Candy paint foam with some drank
Ludacris for when we rollout
Whoa now
Raukwon out
The Beef in the stu I be cooking bob Evans
That shit is boof nigga fuck what you selling
We Call You Rat We Know You Was Tellin
Unc hit my phone like he got
god
So don’t you think that you can call
Us freaks or geeks or lame
We walk our own way! Dear Evan Hansen
We’ve been way too out of touch
Welcome to my
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