| Ok, understand me not you but me
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| This is another S.U.C. |
| classic
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| Dedicated to all the fallen soldiers
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| And all the real slab riders of the south mayn, holla back
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| Know I’m candy red, I’m on the scene
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| But jump in, sipping codeine
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| Boys know, I’m candy red I’m on the scene
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| But jump in, sipping codeine
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| Know I’m candy red, I’m on the scene
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| But jump in, sipping codeine
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| Know I’m candy red, know I’m candy red
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| Sipping codeine, sipping codeine
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| Apple red brandy wine, California dream boat
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| It’s super nice I sprayed it twice, I swear I got a mean coat
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| Pull up on the scene hot, can’t forget my cream top
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| I’m down in Houston Texas, where them gangstas live they dreams out
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| S.U.C. |
| another year, drinking like it’s Screw in here
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| We tipping broads and sipping oil, I’m trying to make myself clear
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| Boys gotta see me, on the scene
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| They say that Young Don, keep that motherfucker clean
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| I’m out here like a king, candy on the car
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| We on them double cups, and drinking green labeled bar
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| That bloody blunt that sticky one, they taught me how to hold
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| I tear the lane and do my thang, that young nigga cold Don Ke
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| Boys don’t know, they shouldn’t of never let the hog loose
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| Fo' do' panorama, stretched out the Porsche coupe
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| Red turn heads, but I come through in that black thang
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| Lincoln on Porillas, they thinking I’m Fat Pat mayn
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| Body rock the K, and bounce and turn through the Tre
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| Having it my way, I ball sunny or grey
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| Live out the pen, still running them jiggas
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| Eight dollars a coozer, still they drank nigga
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| Three summers later, only question where the paper
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| They talking bout a dropper, Javier owe me a favor
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| Peel back the wig, on that old school monster
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| Cardier aviators, balling since a youngster
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| Tapping on that iPad, yapping on that iPhone
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| Cup full of Big Moe, kush got my mind gone
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| Yeah, I say that kush got my mind blown
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| Hand the game over, cause the motherfucking hog home
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| Candy red top cracked, 45 cocked back
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| That lean giving niggaz the bidness, bitch I’m about that
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| Hating y’all could stop that, I’m cleaner than a motherfucker
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| Crawling up the strip, fifth leaning like a motherfucker
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| Ay, hell yeah I brought my swag with me
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| Bank roll bad bitch, in the Jag with me
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| Head turner, when you see me in the street
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| Pulling up in some’ing exotic, with sneakers on the seat
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| Swell it up, sew the wall I hit em
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| Smash the petal to the flo', watch this motherfucker get em
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| I pull up on the scene, now the whip looking mean
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| Skinny waxed it I’m in traffic, got the whip looking clean yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song C & C Bonus Track 4 , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Catalog & Collection Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп