| Candy
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| I call my sugar candy
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| (Because I’m sweet on)
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| Top of the list together like Twix
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| My doctor says to give you up I’m taking a risk
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| My friends say I’m all hype but that’s all they can say
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| They see I’m about 3 Swedish Fish from a Hershey’s Kiss
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| See she’s thicker than a Snickers in smore
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| And it really doesn’t matter Now or Later if I score
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| I met her on Fifth Avenue not in no hood bar
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| I bet a hundred grand I’ll be your Mr. Goodbar
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| Butterfingers gripped to ridiculous hips
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| While she giving me Good’N’Plenty with her licorious lips
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| I can’t call it I can’t front I’m stuck I’m a sugarholic
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| Always got my Pushpop in her Whatchamacallit
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| I’m in love symphony and doves what do I do
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| How I turned my little Chicklet into a Big League Chew
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| We need a house a six and some beautiful kids
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| And we’ll be in candyland with our Junior Mints
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| Because she’s
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| I heard you was chilling with them Nerds and the Sourpatch Kids
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| Sniffing nose candy no Candy I ain’t in your biz' but
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| Every single payday you’re checking your Sidekick
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| Hit the Kit Kat club and sniff a Pixie Stick
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| You got a Sugardaddy but when will money learn
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| That that shit will turn his candybar into a Gummy Worm
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| Got fired from your job so you hit me up
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| Told me that they made you piss in a Reeses Cup
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| She a freak all you gotta do is rub up against her
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| And she’ll push her head back like a Pez dispenser
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| Told me one day she going to be a monster star
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| But she never found that golden ticket in a Wonka Bar
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| You understand me Candy I talked to your family
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| They said they ain’t heard from you since was in Miami
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| Got a pimp, tried to make a little mint like Andes
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| Traded in your Fruit Roll Ups for eadible panties
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| Damn Candy |