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letra de candy - arhsiim

intro:
(yeah, sipping on this drink, it’s filled with candy
yeah, shawty wanna f-ck me on the plan b
ahh, i gave all my love out, like i’m brandi)

(buzzing out, pluto)

chorus:
yeah, sipping on this drink, it’s filled with candy (yeah)
yeah, shawty wanna f-ck me on the plan b (yeah)
ahh, i gave all my love out, like i’m brandi (yeah)
yeah, b-tch i got these stripes like a yankee (ahh, yeah)
yeah, sipping on this drinkb it’s filled with candy (yeah)
it’s filled with rock, uh
it’s filled with sprite, yeah
filled with that wock, uh
shawty wanna taste, yeah
i’m on my block, uh, n-ggas wanna test me
black and white stripes, yeah, no i’m not a referee

verse 1:
sippin’ on this drink, it got me trippin’ for real, yeah (yeah)
i just wanna f-ck, but shawty trippin’ for real, (uh)
popping off a xanny, man i’m popping off a pill, yeah
staying on my grind, tryna count up all these bills
left wrist, busted (yeah)
ballin’ like i’m mustard (uh,huh)
pockets, busting (what?)
shawty, she l-sting (yeah)
lambo, swerving
balling, kyrie irving (yeah)
shawty, she flirting
i got opps who lurking (yeah)
i run my block, i’m flexing (ah)
get cash asap, no testing (nah)
too saucy, euro stepping
send the addy, we pressin’
i ran it, we moving
we balling, we boofing
i got that shawty grooving (yeah, yeah)
i got that uzi shooting (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, i got that uzi shooting
n-ggas just talk online, but i don’t really see em’ moving (yeah, uh)
pull up foreign whip, foreign b-tch (yeah)
everything get foreign when i’m rich, yeah
uh, talk to me, i’on listen (yeah)
yeah, see my choppa boutta glisten (yeah)
yeah, all this acid got me trippin’, ahh
(buzzing out, pluto)

verse 2:
pull up on the gang, boy you know we boutta shoot (yeah)
i got a 30 pointer chain, arhsiim came in off the zoot (yeah)
b-tch i smoke on merry jane, this that og kush from snoop (woah)
see, i’m crippin’ up fo’ real, why you screaming out suu whoop? (uh)
i just do it like it’s nike, i got drip down to the toes (yeah)
yeah she ride me like a bike, baby take off all your clothes
d-mn, she f-cking like a dyk-, but she do it like a pro (yeah)
see my wrist covered in ice, cuz that ap made it froze
send your bed red, shawty shoot up w the feds
oh, your baby like a opp thot, you look like a fed, yeah
riding in this droptop, baby gimme head (yeah)
pull up on a opp block, i could smoke you dead, yeah (yeah)
iced out my wrist, and my b-tch she from the 6ix, yeah (yeah)
count up a check, nike hoodie ‘round my neck (yeah)
took off her clothes, i think she ready for more, yeah
smoking on dope, pistol whippin’ with a rope, yeah (uh)

- arhsiim

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