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letra de candykaine - lil candy paint

[intro]
child boy, grow up n-gg-
(yeah, aye, aye, aye, yeah, aye)

[verse 1: duwap kaine]
candypaint up in the cut
got this k up on me shootin’ sh-t up
n-gg- i want you to pull up (up)
n-gg- i want you to pull up
lean in my f-ckin’ double cup
with your b-tch, told that lil’ b-tch to pour me up
can’t believe in luck
‘cuz i keep it tucked
ridin’ round in that f-ckin’ bimmer truck
smokin’ on gas i’m geeked up
smokin’ on gas i’m tree’d up
n-gg-s mad ‘cuz they wanna be us
when i’m back in the a i’m on the bluff
smokin’ gas, and you smokin’ dust
off the wock, and you sippin’ ‘tuss
gold chains and your sh-t gonn’ rust
foreign cars and you ride the bus
big guns, no i cannot fuss
can’t love a b-tch, it’s just l-st
can’t trust a b-tch, got no trust
with this 45 it gonn’ bust
big guns no f-ckin’ discussion
and you know a n-gg- bustin’
and you know a n-gg- bustin’

[verse 2: lilcandypaint]
and you know a n-gg- bustin’
and you know a n-gg- bustin’
got the choppa and the 30 get to thumpin’
smokin’ dope i p-ss the dope to my cousin
n-gg-s bite my swag, they bite it like a m-ffin
never gave a f-ck, dropped out of school
drop top n-gg-, shootin’ out the roof
two pistols, n-gg-, one of them my boo’s
i’m a demon, scary sight i shoot at you
with lil’ duwap in the cut, he shootin’ sh-t up
flexin’ with them rollies, n-gg- put your wrist up
see my brothers in the cut they got them big pumps
if you run up wrong, n-gg-, you gonn’ get touched
boom boom bang pow, choppa watch it lay you down
in this audi coupe, n-gg- smokin’ on this loud
in l.a. now, move it by the f-ckin’ pound
and this choppa on me, n-gg-, hold 100 rounds
lay you flat on your back like a pancake
all that mid, all that mid give a head ache
movin’ thrax, movin’ packs through the midway
i don’t f-ck with them n-gg-s cuz they lean fake

{verse 2: duwap kaine}
there go sito, shootin’ up the coupe
candy shootin’ out the roof
and i got the tool
pourin’ the lean in the big blue
to myself i stay true
sippin’ on lean i ain’t got no flu
n-gg-s they now what i do
and n-gg-s they hate what i do
n-gg- ain’t got no excuse
free gocar that’s a loose screw
guarantee he gonn’ shoot
young n-gg- got all the fame
so i’m just kickin’ the game
these n-gg-s the same
all of these n-gg-s gonn’ change
represent my name
i just might hop out the range
i just might pop out the range
all of these n-gg-s is strange
all of the n-gg-s is strangers
hop out the trunk with the banger
turn that n-gg- to a singer
one night is gonna change her
i, hop out the cut
these, n-gg-s be sus, as f-ck
i don’t f-ck with them
pull up bentley truck
i flex like a gym
smokin’ dope, it don’t got no stem
young n-gg-, big car, big rims
yeah i been did this trap sh-t
put a b-tch on the map quick
glock came with a cooling kit
i bet you don’t know what that is
ride around with that mac and sh-t
candy, yeah he got a f-ckin’ stick

[outro: duwap kaine]
pull up, yeah i’m the sh-t
pull up, yeah i’m the sh-t
pull up, yeah i’m the sh-t
pull up, yeah i’m the sh-t

- lil candy paint

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