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
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
thunder All of that was out my window when I was younger Now I'm much older, lyrical clap MC's If you don't know by now, let me aquaint you with my steez
can hear behind me now, that's uh, I think they're called Blue Death Just one of ten, ten bands that are playing down here at Gutfest this year I think
a fuckin ki, so guess what I open my dresser drawer, 50 g's and a ki thats what I saw, I saw a bunch of shit now I be legit, Im just in the game and the
I gotta get it, give a fuck if it's your car note Black Jeep behind me that's my nigga Marlo I pull up at the studio, I'm gettin blunted With a stripper
ride Chevrolets ('let's) Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's) Cadillacs to Cutlass Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's) Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's
, wh-where it's all good again Ri-ridin candy slab, gr-grippin on that wood again I got that bread, I walk that walk, yeah that's why I talk that talk
mic that's truly great What? how you want it fried or baked I place in right through the heart of a snake Sceam at mapps, take what we can take Til the
