You have the answers I wish I had the answers I know you have the answers I severely feel like I don't know I severely feel like I'm so froze severely
worth about fifty Bling bling Everytime I buy a new ride Bling bling Lorinsers on Yokahama tires Bling bling Verse Thre: Manny Fresh It's the nigga with tha Lex bubble Candy
Bling bling Everytime I buy a new ride Bling bling Lorenzos on Yokahama tires Bling bling [Verse Three: Manny Fresh (both)] It's the playa with tha Lex bubble Candy
Rolexes, went to Texas, Motorola, Alpine Woodgrain, Hummer, hoodrat dumber Hot Boys got toys, number one stunners I know you piss-ants can't stand me Lexus wit da candy
to tie you up and shit in your face Kick you in the cunt, girl, put you in your place Puke up your mother's pussy and fuck you in the face Teenage twats
: He rapes you Cuts your face off Cause it abates his pain He enjoys brutal freedom Cause his conscience enchain He carves you Tears your skin off Cause
want a rolls-royce, but your boy stay broke But I got my own phantom, yeah the Holy Ghost It's in a 6-foot frame, with a chocolate candy paint On the
your hair And I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you boo from way over there [Chorus] [Verse 2] Face
: (feat. Candy Hill) [Tupac:] (What's Ya Phone Numba?) Now I Can Make Music For Ya Tempo It's Just A Mental Written For The Nymphos That's A Intro
you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect Niggas talk about me all the time behind my back They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped See
Come through, hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect Niggas talk about me all the time behind my back They don't talk about me in my face because
the north so you love hip- hop And im straight up out the south so imma bout that drop But lets get real for a minute baby look at my face And tell me
Your passion Misery Is certainly Your style I'm like a kid in a candy store I'm on my knees 'til i lick the floor Can't stand to look at your face But
We're Steppin Out!) (oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!) [Verse 1: Bigg Gipp] Mirror, Mirror, Mirror Tell me what do you see? My face, I.D. samilo
they ain't beating bitch yo sub back So I push my petal to the metal till my cus high He on that money fuck that bread just sit your sub out I fly like chess that candy
been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled white facing
Later Im Glad I Met You Girl You A Real Life Savor [Chrous x2:] Is Your Name Candy Girl (Candy Girl) Your Name Must Be Candy Girl Cause You Look So
you [verse] Oh, I wonder where you are My heart says you're not far from me It's so hard for me To leave those years behing Ohhhhhh, cotton candy carousels
