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letra de intro - lil candy paint

coastal run it back bro
pluto got it knocking, y—
ran this sh-t up, it’s [?]
[?] we is forever paid
never made excuses, i made a way
never give a f-ck what executives say, but i listen anyway
got my checks straight, got my b-tch slayed
got my dogs right, that’s the only way
got the panamera outside, [?]
i got more guap than my plays, what can y’all say
i took a lil switch out the coupe
lil shawty work just like we do
she tryna get high off the boot
i told her let’s go to the moon
i said f-ck it let’s go to the room
she know what that mean
she know what i do
with these ho’s i got nothing to prove
biebеr [?] she wet
squirt, fast as a jet
wеnt -crr- -prrt- a check
don’t want the legs i want neck
i’m tryna slide in that new corvette
i’m getting high, finna leave orbit
why you tryna watch and that’s not your b-tch
watch all froze and this b-tch don’t tip
[?] and they screaming out ten
watch a ho’ not slide in that b-tch
racks packed up just for my kid
spilled my cup and i’m still in there lit
i don’t just want you, i want you and all your friends
no scripted, leave it open just for all my meds
just turned to my partner ’cause we all go ham
[?] on the body, thanking god it ain’t jail (pluto got it knocking, y—)
ears two-toned not ice cream
i was on the phone with a lightskin b-tch
just got rich but i like this sh-t
rake up lil racks lightning quick
had to [?] my likeliness
come get your b-tch ’cause she like this d-ck
p-ssy so wet [?]
p-ssy so wet and she flyin’ in
don’t hit my cup to mix that sh-t
i was in the event with some diplo sh-t
how you cryin’ bouta b-tch, you a basic lil b-tch
t–th so big, i ain’t missing sh-t
walk in the bank and i’m adding some money
blue strip, blue strip, it ain’t nothing
no percs but these [?] all stunning
and that trackhawk doing a hundred
h-llcat my way with the money
pop perc, perc, perc, i’m a junkie
said it’s up with the gang then run it
we put the smoke on the floor then stomp it
take a drug test now i’ma flunk it
[?] shooting at the opps, bucket
throwing racks in the bag, i’m stephen
ain’t trippin’ bout the [?], that’s nothing
brought the window down now i dump him
i love all my brothers, still bustin’
we the ones what shot up the function
still goin’ ’til day of my judgement
ain’t checkin’ no test like f-ck it
ar [?] like pumpkin
six hundred just for a night
that candypaint gas pack bussin’

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