paroles de chanson Candy (feat. JAG) - M-Hunt

Baby look so good I need that info
Smokin' trails are comin' out the window
I tell her get low just like in limbo
Know I got the wife for holla bimbo

Ooh yeah
Pick a diamond, studded sweet
Candy
Made 500 in a week
Candy
Got bitches shoppin' out the Jeep
Candy
I took em all back to the sweet
Candy

Yeah oh, starting as a youngin' talkin' bomb shit
Oh yeah, good on any team I'm talkin' 'Bron shit
Mind on all this money, got that money on my conscience
No time for no jokes, so if you broke, you talkin' nonsense
Yeah, got your B.M. in my DM
You don't even gotta know me
You gon' know him when you see him
Na ballin' like the GM
All the haters wanna be him
I can't even sign a deal, cause if I did I'd need 100
From the j-ump
Yeah, this year I need a fat bag
Black burner in a black bag
Lost weight for the half year
But these bitches still love the fat JAG
I could run up in the bank
Tell em put 150 in the grab-bag
I'm the one and I've been sonning ns
Can't a na never say he's JAG's dad
Na hatin' get the whole stick
Killin' shit since like '06
Making money off Instagram so you gotta pay me for the whole pic
Hatin' na, you don't know shit
I make it all, na no brick
I could steal a na whole bitch
Have her taking in a na's whole dick
Candy

Baby lick so good I need that info
Smokin' trails are comin' out the window
I tell her get low just like in limbo
Know I got the wife for holla bimbo

Ooh yeah
Pick a diamond, studded sweet
Candy
Made 500 in a week
Candy
Got bitches shoppin' out the Jeep
Candy
I took em all back to the sweet
Candy

Yeah, I reached my peak I'm the Alamo's
I tell a bitch just where to go
She said she don't know me
Not even one song
Then I played this song and she said dope but still no
I told her take it back like the repo
Or throw it back for me, yo
Now I'm her favorite rapper since P-Lo
Get in the line
I'm number 9
I am the rallies and Columbine
Bitches don't like it when I cross the line
So I lead 'em over and leave 'em behind
I'm goin' places, you can choose if you follow
Shoot for the moon, I'm talkin' Apollo
But if you choose to not go, I won't be here tomorrow
Yeah
To the top is my dream
JAG said it perfect, good any team
Haters just sad, couldn't be me
Fuck a vacation, need no retreats
But haters retreat, cause I'm a machine
Spit better than any of these pussies
But I'll take your bitch and spit on her pussy
Taste of victory so sweet
Yeah, candy

Baby lick so good I need that info
Smokin' trails are comin' out the window
I tell her get low just like in limbo
Know I got the wife for holla bimbo

Ooh yeah
Pick a diamond, studded sweet
Candy
Made 500 in a week
Candy
Got bitches shoppin' out the Jeep
Candy
I took em all back to the sweet
Candy