Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Candy, artist - Little Brother. Date of issue: 19.09.2019
Song language: English
Candy |
| Well we the real Trill, playas postin up in the corner |
| Sippin and blowin on purple, gettin lit like we wanna |
| My persona is O.G., my aura is green |
| And I’m known for comin down on them blaze, sippin lean |
| So fresh and clean, I’m draped up and dripped out |
| Every time I hit the scene, they say, «Bun, you done tripped out» |
| If I ain’t got nothin new, I ain’t comin outside |
| That goes for clothes and rolls, shoes, jewels, and rides |
| I done try to be low-key, and change up my handy |
| But if I don’t show off my dough, how dey gon' know that I have it? |
| I’m too used to the flossin, I’m too used to the shine |
| And I gotsta to relive this tread as hard as I like to grind |
| So right now is the time, and right here is the place |
| We gon' pop up the bottle until we po' off the taste |
| Everybody showin +love+, and we know where they +tainted+ |
| So throw your hand up in the air if yo' car’s candy-painted, c’mon! |
| They see me ridin-a, they see me grindin |
| They see me steppin up, they see me shinin' |
| And they say it’s like can-dy |
| (and what they sayin, s-sayin) |
| It’s like can-dy |
| Aiyyo, I met this new girl (wha?) wit big juicy lips (wha?!) |
| And nice round hips, I mean her body is a safe space |
| And niggas that hate Tay say her body’s a trip |
| Aiyyo, it’s more than a trip faaam, her body’s a vacay |
| And we 'bout to make way, and step out on the town |
| To do it the way we do it and such |
| Had a couple kids so we cain’t, do it as much |
| But when we do it, we do it like they do it in church (c'mon) |
| Made 'em scream Hallelujah for it, for on a night like this |
| It seems my double-breasted ain’t suited for it (tell 'em) |
| So I’mma hit 'em wit hard bottoms, slacks and button-downs |
| Initials in the cup links, the boy don’t fuck around |
| The game is in trouble now, cause we on dancefloor |
| Doin the two-step and people starts to applaud |
| For Mr., and Mrs. Tiggalo they Dancin With the Stars |
| Dead broke, but tonight we party like we million-arrs, yes Lawd! |
| Aiyyo, peep game, this is real rap |
| A la' niggas wanna see where my skillz at |
| A la' hoes wanna know where the bills at |
| I’m like, «Mami, beat the streets,» she don’t feel that |
| Ralph Lauren, ?Ill Skin?, yeah I’m all that |
| I’m laid-back in the Lex and it’s all-black |
| «Cool nigga over there» is what you call that |
| Matter a-fact, I do it like it’s goin outta style |
| Karat profile, two dimples when I smile |
| ?Don't chaff?, feel the air when I pass all the while |
| Hoes keep eyein me down, yet they eyein me now |
| Me and Trey tryin ten for town |
| Gettin down wit my 1−2, and this how we do |
| I came to shut the party down, it’s official |
| And every night like New Year’s Eve |
| I go hard like you wouldn’t believe, I’m dat DUDE! |
| Yes, Little Brother, Bun. |
| B collaboration |
| Pimp C. welcome home, yo thanks for the love man, it’s all good |
| Shout out to all my niggas out in Texas |
| Out in Houston, I’m talkin 'bout The Foundation |
| I’m talkin 'bout Cosmos |
| My nigga Frank, whaddup? |
| My nigga O. Cliff, whaddup? |