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lirik lagu candy paint – too short

you know we ridin’, yeah we ridin’
i got my n-gg- mc breed in the house
big baller, what you ridin’ boy, what you ridin’?

i got some candy paints sittin’ on these
platinum pieces and some hoe’s from over seas
a mansion, a yacht, and some g’s
everything about you, thousand motto n-gg-, yeah
can’t even tell you what i make a year

what can you ask for than just to be professional
when rap is my collateral, for this cash flow
i got some candy paints sittin’ on these
platinum pieces and some hoe’s from over seas
a mansion, a yacht, and some g’s
to be respected for the past and the present

uh, and show my -ss at every session
(yeah)
and sure enough, ‘m gettin’ closer to my destin’
(what?)
(n-gg-, breed you ain’t sh-t)
no interruptions only testin’
(but i do)

uh, prove that i’m smooth with an aseditive
bumpin’ just a little bit better than my compet-tor
hard you better than, you ain’t gotta say it is
everyday that’s the way it is, keep it manist

back for some of that, breed when the funk sh-t
all up in yo’ -ss and get cash yo’ -ss b-mp this
bob and weave mcs never could handle me
thinkin’ bout’ changin’ my name to scandal-la, you follow

now get the paper with my motto them n-gg-s need to get in position
and go on and hate me if you gotta
gotta meal won’t you have a plate, i’ll have you wait
go on and sit inside my lincoln while i navigate

mackin’ in my lac and when i stack ’em in the back
i don’t give them b-tches slack, ’cause if she’s in my cadillac
she’ll be giving up the crack tryin’ get a n-gg-s scratch
when she suck a million d-cks the b-tch’ll get a platinum plack

i said,? biatch, that’s what i said when i grabbed
her pony tail and she was givin’ me head?
i said,? biatch, you know what’s up i put my d-ck
in my draws’ and zipped my jeans up?

and instantly, you finna’ see how p-mp-shly
i get these hoe’s in the streets
you n-gg-s killin’ me, you ain’t feelin’ me?
the b-tch got you burnin’ smokin’ penicillin weed

or dip yo’ d-ck in some hennessey
you’ll be a god d-mned fool if you listen to me
i tell you sh-t that you can’t believe
i got the bad -ss b-tches and they stankin’ free

i told breed these young n-gg-s think we gettin’ old
i seen ’em gettin’ gas down on cascade road
still makin’ money in these new days
used to have sky pagers now we got two-ways

we dipped to my house and let the beat crank
so many placks on the wall you can’t see the paint
but it’s loud, you know how wild your friends get
ballin’ so long been through three body styles and big benz’s

if i cut it, in the garage
i’ll make the b-tch think i’m the wizard of oz
click yo’ heels three times you swear you seen magic
now she’s a star, she used to be a maget

her p-ssy went platinum, that’s what i heard
like when i’m rappin’, you never get enough of my word
i’m in my third decade of gettin’ paid to rap
back in the day my tapes stained the deck

this sh-t b-mpin’ mine ain’t it, oh you gotta be riders
if you wanna b-m, this short dog sh-t
you can’t be in no little bullsh-t -ss car with no bullsh-t system
what you ridin’ n-gg-, you got candy? you got rims n-gg-?
yo’ beat ain’t b-mpin’ n-gg-, this sh-t b-mpin’, turn that sh-t up, b–tch

- too short

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