was Like double cherry pie Yeah there she was Like disco superfly Chorus: I smell sex and candy here Who's that lounging in my chair Who's that casting
my heart I'm cravin' for you I'm missin' you like candy You know who you are Your love's as sweet as candy I'll be forever yours Love always, Mandy Boy I
: (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
Oh dear, I know that I've been working Too many nights for you to be alone again Hold close, back and forth on e-mail My... calls and now I'm on the
the incrowd But all I could do was wish them farewell What's that strange music What's that fully rhythm They call it Blue Beat, but you can call it
go off the deep end I told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic (Nicki Minaj) (I-I-I-I-Is) Is this the thanks that I get for puttin'
I.:] T.I.P and P.S is fresher than new S-S's Triple doors and vogues shinin like some treasure chests I got a fetish I aint gettin in it boy unless it
front and call us prejudiced I know they know the truth, they call us battlers The great warriors, systematic radicals Who put their hand in the candy
got 'em feelin so randy I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+ Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion
Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentencin' I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that ho, punt Forced
harm me Fuck bein' a nigga in your army Though I?m a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves
rap (echo) Repeat x2 Short rap, is everything It's what I think, it's what I sing Cause I'm a rapper, who lets you know When it comes to music, I will
I let loose almost anything, I love this game I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin I live the fast
fiends Now this is somethin' that I don't understand Why the fuck would that nigga Master P Call himself the ?Ice cream man?? Bitch, don't you hear the music? That's
Kit Kat Hang the phone hit that drive it home When I say it's on then it's on When I take it home then you best be on, dance c'mon Body shakin you achin
to go off the deep end I told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic [Nicki Minaj] (I-I-I-I-Is) Is this the thanks that I get for putting
to who coppin mo They talkin sideways, thats what tha choppas fo? Sittin on them silver datins, bumpin that bigga rankin I blew out tha brains, fuck what