Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Candy Paint & Gold Teeth, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Date of issue: 07.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Candy Paint & Gold Teeth |
| I’m from the south Southern Hospitality |
| Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners |
| I’m from the south where the old folks' they don’t mind they business |
| Strip clubs is our culture we sum' heavy spenders |
| Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth |
| I’m in Riverdale on 85, at Annlers’s eatin' sum' Soul Food |
| County attitude let me know if you down to |
| Party all night wit' my people |
| And if yo' ass go hungry man them old folk’s they gone feed you |
| I bring Drama like Sammy Sam I’m so point five Twista, Bun |
| Do or Die car clean no suit and tie |
| Ghetto boy like Willie G, Cuttier wood grains like I’m Bill see, |
| I hold the flame like Bun B |
| I ain’t from the South that’s Ludacris that’s country shit fish and grits |
| Yall full of bits, wet paint, big rims, you can’t help, but done notice it |
| When the beat is in dark shit, so coolin' it wit' my van |
| Sickest shit that I have |
| Country hell a little Mayonaise, yall' in Riverdale where we at |
| I’m from the south Southern Hospitality |
| Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners |
| I’m from the south where the old folks' they don’t mind they business |
| Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders |
| Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth |
| And I’m sittin' low in my old school, and my loces on, and I’m so cool |
| And my top it drops, and there’s no roof |
| When I’m shinin' on it’s my gold tooth |
| I’m trill as hell, and I’m heavy set |
| Pray to the Lord, but don’t get it bent |
| I’m from the Hood, and I represent, and I turn it up like the deficit |
| I’m from Texas (Texas), Cadillac no Lexus (no Lexus) |
| That we ride on four suicide doors, and park no places |
| So you best not test us (test us) cuz' we’ll get reckless |
| Catch you on yo' block wit' that big black glock take part of yo' necklace |
| (necklace) |
| Tell me who gon' check (check) we outside down for the hood we gon' ride |
| My gladiater’s, yeah they go live wit' them dayton’s and them 4 |
| So watch yo' step, and know yo' place, you ain’t trill don’t show yo' face |
| Cause I’ll pull that --, and I’ll catch a case, and I’ll leave the scene wit' |
| no trace |
| I’m from the south Southern Hospitality |
| Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners |
| I’m from the south where the old folks' they don’t mind they business |
| Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders |
| Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth |
| Luda!!! |
| Fresh out the shop and the candy coated Cadillac stacked on amazin' wheels |
| Seats look like I hollered at the Reeces peanut butter cup, and then made a deal |
| Trucks shakin' like jellied honey’s ready to check the spread |
| Cuz' I get that cheese, and I sandwich myself between the bread |
| So keep yo' mind on yo' riches, and get yo' hoes right |
| Cuz' in these streets you not safe unless yo' codes right |
| Your southern living is like something you ain’t never seen |
| Ask any hustler his favorite color is money green |
| Blacked out tint white wall spinnin' |
| Lookin' for the neckbone, hamhock, collard green, cornbread eatin' women |
| We sum country certified gangsta’s in the south |
| When you speak about who’s hottest watch yo' (watch yo') mouth |
| I’m from the south Southern Hospitality |
| Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners |
| I’m from the south where the old folks' they don’t mind they business |
| Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders |
| Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth |