| La-da-da-daaaa
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| Ooohh-oooh, ohhh yeah
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| I’m comin' hard with this killa game
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| And I’ma make 'em all realize that they about to be broke
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| Young shawty it’s a pimp in the air
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| And if you really didn’t care, what you callin' me for
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| It’s all about the game that I kick
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| To get inside her head and make her wanna lick on it quick
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| The silly trick suck it up like a tick
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| The average playa don’t understand what the Pimp be gamin' her with
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| Don’t give a damn who you claimin' you with
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| Because I know you in love every time I see yo pretty brown eye contacts
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| I got you grippin' yo seat
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| Cause I know you plan to sweat girl every time I see ya smile back
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| I ain’t pretty or nothin'
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| But still I got enough game to back it all up when I leave
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| I got another trick up my sleave
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| I’m killin' 'em softly every time I get 'em down on they knees
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| I know you want these N-U-T's
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| Cause I do a lot of shows and you think I got plenty cash
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| Saw a bunch of girls in the past
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| So I’m only chillin' with pretty chickens that? |
| keep a pretty stash |
| So you know I ain’t finna pass
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| A pretty opportunity to get them girls sprung with the tongue
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| So tell the freaky trick I’m finna come
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| So watch me ??
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| I cut 'em up and let 'em up then I’m gone
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| I wanna be
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| Candyman
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| I want to be your
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| I wanna be your Candyman
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| Girl let me be your Candyman
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| I wanna be your Candyman
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| Yeah let me be
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| I wanna be your Candyman
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| I’ll make you say
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| Ooooohh
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| Now it ain’t nothin' but the freak in me
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| To spit this game and make yo broad wanna sleep with me
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| See I know you wanna creep with me
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| I got a fifth of that Hennessy and some killa that’ll weaken yo knees
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| Dirty skeez won’t you freeze at ease
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| And drop to the beat
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| Or better yet won’t you lay on yo back
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| But you need to stop teasin' me
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| By squeezin' me and just let my finger get to workin' with that
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| You know the game that I’m kickin' is fat
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| I met you last night and I already got the game in check
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| When you heard my words
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| I struck a bloody nerve
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| I see the way I got you jumpin' when I’m kissin' yo neck
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| Don’t be afraid of them playa effects |
| Silly whoa don’t you know that my game got you goin' for broke
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| So when you choke off that contact smoke
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| I got that game to break you down and plus a lil' some for yo throat
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| And when I’m done I’m ready to go
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| I’m walkin' out yo do'
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| I leave ya down butt-naked on the flo'
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| Understand that you messin' with a pro
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| When this night is over ain’t no need for you to call me no mo'
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| Cause I’m headed to the next show
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| To get the next whoa to scheme her outta all her dough
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| Y’all know what I came here fo'
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| A playa from the South spittin' true thang run 'em low
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| I wanna be yo Candy-nigga
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| Candyman
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| I wanna be your Candyman
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| I wanna be your Candyman
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| Let me be your
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| I wanna be your Candyman
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| Your Candyman, your candy-licker, your Candyman — Candyman
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| I wanna be your Candyman
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| Make you say
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| Oooooh
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| I know you wanna bring yo cheese to me
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| Is it to keep it steady pleasin' me
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| That what it seems to be
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| Now let me tell ya what it means to me
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| I’ll show you what you really need to see
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| If you come sleep with me
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| Now look here shawty called me up when he leave |
| I’ll come on over beat you down all night to this song
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| You know the situation so wrong
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| Me creepin' and sneakin' up in yo house when yo man leave home
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| But this gator head on bone
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| You makin' it worse because you babblin' about yo thong
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| Boostin' me up on the phone
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| To come on in and creep what I can
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| And then I dash on
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| I got yo mind — oooh it’s so blown
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| You know that it’s gone
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| I bend you over headfirst to the floor
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| Girl I got the keys to yo door
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| You know you do understand when I lay you down I gotta go
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| You know what I came here for
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| So don’t be trippin' when I come try to claim you don’t know
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| We finna make a flick trick
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| So get on yo knees
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| We gon' call it «Strip Deep Throat 4»
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| And to all the whoas that don’t know
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| You need to stop teasin' and let a playa just splash in them hips
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| You need to lick around on the tip
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| I’m the Candyman so you know I got some sweet for them lips
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| I wanna be
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| Candyman
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| Your Candyman, your candy-licker, your Candyman
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| I wanna be your Candyman
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| I wanna be your
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| I wanna be your Candyman |
| Your Candyman, your candy-licker, your Candyman
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| I wanna be your Candyman
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| Make you say, make you say, make you say
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| Oooooh-ooooh-ooooh
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| Lay down on the floor let me hit it from the back
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| Why you trippin' baby why you actin' like that
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| I wanna be your Candyman
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| I wanna be your Candyman
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| I wanna do things you never felt before
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| Let me be your Candyman — Candyman
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| Oohhhh |