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candy color - king hendrick$ & babyface ray lyrics

[chorus: king hendrick$]
candy on top of my whip, i switch my color
seats inside the coupe, look like b*tter
rubberbands pop, so i need double
my top feel like my sh*t was undercover

[verse 1: babyface ray]
[?] lookout
shooting dice at the trump tower
get it done off one call, you ain’t safe from [?]
[?] for your birthday, n*ggas [?] it’s another [?]
[?] that’s a hundred thousand, phone ringing like [?]
nerd ass n*ggas, hope you know i got the streets locked like i’m tony [?]
rich b*tch from the u.k., i’ve been tryna f*ck a roley out her
you know this sh*t can turn to [?] first class [?]
nodding off, booted off xans
run up, shoot off the glass
[?]
lotta money, run up [?]
with the duct tape in the rubberband
[?] money and the dope man
b*tch n*gga, should i take some?
n*gga, hold that
i ain’t have this, run up, ’bout 250 when i roll back

[chorus: king hendrick$]
candy on top of my whip, i switch my color
seats insidе the coupe, look like b*ttеr
rubberbands pop, so i need double
my top feel like my sh*t was undercover
[verse 2: king hendrick$]
brand new money, brand new vibe, i told her to sit outside
i pour drank when i wake up, so now a n*gga tired
told my label won’t sign to a n*gga, they [?]
he don’t really wanna be in the trap all day, that’s his disguise
dawg got [?] that n*gga wise
we all been trapping for all our life, we all got plenty [?]
[?] like nicki minaj, drive expensive cars
five hundred thousand, i hit that l!ck, i’m still not rich, it’s flawed
take too much, roll down my window, gotta go get [?]
parking the bullet proof at the bank, you know that sh*t be hard
i can’t love a ho for nothing, i don’t be feeling sorry
all these racks [?] i’m like that n*gga [?]
riding [?] truck, behind the bentley [?]
pushing p and pushing g, i’m pushing benz and raris
you ain’t never gon’ come up round me, i let these b*tches starve
put my top back on, told my son to reach the stars
i don’t really need no b*tch for sh*t, the seats can get massage
might go 2x on my t*shirt, i’ve been living large
f*cking this b*tch from m.i.a., should’ve done some sh*t with plies
n*gga, my condo so high up, she thought we live with god

[chorus: king hendrick$]
candy on top of my whip, i switch my color
seats inside the coupe, look like b*tter
rubberbands pop, so i need double
my top feel like my sh*t was undercover

- king hendrick babyface ray lyrics

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