Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Candy Red, artist - Lil Keke. Date of issue: 29.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Candy Red |
| Ok, understand me not you but me |
| This is another S.U.C. |
| classic |
| Dedicated to all the fallen soldiers |
| And all the real slab riders of the south mayn, holla back |
| Know I’m candy red, I’m on the scene |
| But jump in, sipping codeine |
| Boys know, I’m candy red I’m on the scene |
| But jump in, sipping codeine |
| Know I’m candy red, I’m on the scene |
| But jump in, sipping codeine |
| Know I’m candy red, know I’m candy red |
| Sipping codeine, sipping codeine |
| Apple red brandy wine, California dream boat |
| It’s super nice I sprayed it twice, I swear I got a mean coat |
| Pull up on the scene hot, can’t forget my cream top |
| I’m down in Houston Texas, where them gangstas live they dreams out |
| S.U.C. |
| another year, drinking like it’s Screw in here |
| We tipping broads and sipping oil, I’m trying to make myself clear |
| Boys gotta see me, on the scene |
| They say that Young Don, keep that motherfucker clean |
| I’m out here like a king, candy on the car |
| We on them double cups, and drinking green labeled bar |
| That bloody blunt that sticky one, they taught me how to hold |
| I tear the lane and do my thang, that young nigga cold Don Ke |
| Boys don’t know, they shouldn’t of never let the hog loose |
| Fo' do' panorama, stretched out the Porsche coupe |
| Red turn heads, but I come through in that black thang |
| Lincoln on Porillas, they thinking I’m Fat Pat mayn |
| Body rock the K, and bounce and turn through the Tre |
| Having it my way, I ball sunny or grey |
| Live out the pen, still running them jiggas |
| Eight dollars a coozer, still they drank nigga |
| Three summers later, only question where the paper |
| They talking bout a dropper, Javier owe me a favor |
| Peel back the wig, on that old school monster |
| Cardier aviators, balling since a youngster |
| Tapping on that iPad, yapping on that iPhone |
| Cup full of Big Moe, kush got my mind gone |
| Yeah, I say that kush got my mind blown |
| Hand the game over, cause the motherfucking hog home |
| Candy red top cracked, 45 cocked back |
| That lean giving niggaz the bidness, bitch I’m about that |
| Hating y’all could stop that, I’m cleaner than a motherfucker |
| Crawling up the strip, fifth leaning like a motherfucker |
| Ay, hell yeah I brought my swag with me |
| Bank roll bad bitch, in the Jag with me |
| Head turner, when you see me in the street |
| Pulling up in some’ing exotic, with sneakers on the seat |
| Swell it up, sew the wall I hit em |
| Smash the petal to the flo', watch this motherfucker get em |
| I pull up on the scene, now the whip looking mean |
| Skinny waxed it I’m in traffic, got the whip looking clean yeah |