Lyrics:
She taste like candy
She said she didn’t want me
I guess it’s too easy
Too fall in love
When they don’t love you back
All night at the candy store
I
only ties
Pray you don't collide with me and mine
Flip it, then I split it with the tribe
Candy, tent, and leather when I ride
Loyalty and love my only
And rest up Nuski Quil and Mark I had lost Mike right by the park
And Goose they left my cousin leaking
See I try not to get attach or turn my back
Cause
My Swag, mike jack
I dick her down in the Maybach
Told my baby don't worry just lay back
You look better on camera then say that
All I see is bad
bring you back to life
I could be your life line
Baby come and take my hand
I'll be right by your side
I can be your right-hand man
Ohh baby I know you
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make
Buy whatever she think she want, but fall in love they sold my dope
She's so bad, she can't do wrong, she's so thick, she hide her thong
Why you bring
money makas, ya dig
[Soopafly]
Shit, here we come again
Back it up, mack rollin' with a thick piece
Me, Soopa, Big Che pimpin'
Mackin', smokin'
bring on Atlanta, bring on Dallas,
This is for Mike and Papa Bear Halas.
I'm not here to feather his ruffle,
I just came here to do
The Super Bowl
to realize
My life just ain't worth living
If your not by my side
Come on baby, bring the love back
Cause it's lonely and I need you
Come on baby bring your
Why you bring that money to the club if you ain't throwin' it?
How you naked on the 'Gram but in person you ain't showin' shit?
Why you go against
Like, like we never gave it up
Can we go girl? Can we go girl?
Can we go back 2 love?
Wish I've gone by the feelin' still remain
Baby girl, I've been
the fuck are you doin'
I been with the shits
Where the fuck are you goin'
Wherever I can
When you comin' back
Don't know if I am
I fuck with your vibe
I love
Something I could look back, look back at in the future
Hold on baby, daddy gotta do something hold on
Aight just listen
It’s Mike Tav
One never knows true
Mike Willy with me nigga
Thugger, Thugger, baby
I'm all in the booth eating candy and shit (Candy and shit)
(Can't get enough) Can't get enough
Bring that, bring that cash
You know we flip that, flip that bag
Bring that, bring that cash
You know we flip that, flip that bag
On the attack
Back
flippin patties - nope
I'd rather fuck around with Coca-Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men - that's what they told me
and I'll
a fella'
High like them notes belted by the late great Ella
It's Sinn on the mic from the 90's rap era
Twist the top off some liquor concoct the perfect
they both excite me
Digging a hole your psyche (Hade)
I'm chasing a check, just like Nike
I'm from outwest, where Mike be
Balling back then in the 90s
bands today make twice that shit back by Sunday
I could be in rehab and still tell myself let's get this money
It's never sunny where I'm from down under
came down time to go back up again
Yikes yikes yikes yikes
Bitches kiss each other off the molly turn to dikes
I just booted up I feel like mike I'm
A motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket
Strap it on my back, niggaz ain't built like me
And by the end, niggaz was like "Yo, why you killed Mike
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