Candy
Oh Yeah I love when you on it
I put my hands up on it
Oh Yeah you love when you on it
You get to dance up on it
You like to stand up on it
Drop it down low and you freeze it
You ain't never told me you was this freaky
I don't even know how you do it
When you walk in got em choosing
Niggas look hot keep the cooler kit
I don't need nobody in this bitch confusing shit
Playing my song on the radio
I been making these hits you need to play your role
Mr. Clean, White T, I'm good
Pulling up, Bad chick, Yo hood
Going up tonight
You make me wanna
Spend a little time
(Sit that ass in the middle put ya face in the pillow)
You know you got that
Kind of stuff I like
It taste like candy every-time
So get on top of it baby
Like how you rocking it baby
We heard the door bell ring
Ain't nothing stopping us baby
This like a ride in the 80's
Im pulling up in a new whip
Girl you look good its a movie
If they seen me with you they would loose it
Something round my neck call it cuban
You was hating all along who you fooling
If you ain't getting money what you doing
Cause all that chitter chatter shit is useless
Say it to my ear like its music
I can tell you bout the way I do it
I can show you better thangs I do this
Playing my song on the radio
Turn this here up on your stereo
Mr. Clean White T Im good
Pulling up bad chick your hood
Going up tonight
You make me wanna
Spend a little time
(Sit that ass in the middle put ya face in the pillow)
You know you got that
Kind of stuff I like
It taste like candy every-time
I'm all about elevating gotta keep her aligned
She a Water sign, Baby the auntie that ain't a momma fine
Double cup of Remy and i mix it with the wine
She two stepping with me I just wanna see her grind
I cant help but notice, got me hella focused
I'm tryna stay at eyes but damn that poking
Thinking if she was mine, and could I give it devotion
Picking apart her mind and fucking her by the ocean
A companion is must, someone you can trust
Someone you could love and never wonder if it's lust
Someone who would listen instead of argue and fuss
If that ain't enough then what the fuck is a us?
Wait... Let me try to rephrase that
Cuz I'm faded as fuck, and I been finding my way back
And my feelings is tucked But if you love me just say that
If you just wanna fuck then baby we can arrange that (Yeah)
Going up tonight
You make me wanna
Spend a little time
(Sit that ass in the middle put ya face in the pillow)
You know you got that
Kind of stuff I like
It taste like candy every time
Hu Yeah
Jr.Smitty representing Kansas City
Why you looking so pretty
Now drop and give me fifty
Bouncing that thang up and down
Girl can I get a quickie
Steady reaching for that booty
While i'm thinking bout them titties
Freaky little thang
Don't need to tell her she already know
She don't even strip but I see she know how to work a pole
If prostitution was her trade then she would have a soul
The way she work that middle and put it down on fellatio
We always on and off with our groove Just like a radio
Cause I ain't got no time for no funny business or shady hoes
She don't want allot of my time but its all gravy though
Cause I be busy out on the grind working that crazy flow
Im trained to go but little momma gone buss it open
She claim to know about loyalty but the love is broken
I gain the most ignoring tittles lets keep it open
She ain't the one to keep she ain't the one thats chosen
Going up tonight
You make me wanna
Spend a little time
(Sit that ass in the middle put ya face in the pillow)
You know you got that
Kind of stuff I like
It taste like candy every time
I put my hands up on it
Oh Yeah you love when you on it
You get to dance up on it
You like to stand up on it
Drop it down low and you freeze it
You ain't never told me you was this freaky
I don't even know how you do it
When you walk in got em choosing
Niggas look hot keep the cooler kit
I don't need nobody in this bitch confusing shit
Playing my song on the radio
I been making these hits you need to play your role
Mr. Clean, White T, I'm good
Pulling up, Bad chick, Yo hood
Going up tonight
You make me wanna
Spend a little time
(Sit that ass in the middle put ya face in the pillow)
You know you got that
Kind of stuff I like
It taste like candy every-time
So get on top of it baby
Like how you rocking it baby
We heard the door bell ring
Ain't nothing stopping us baby
This like a ride in the 80's
Im pulling up in a new whip
Girl you look good its a movie
If they seen me with you they would loose it
Something round my neck call it cuban
You was hating all along who you fooling
If you ain't getting money what you doing
Cause all that chitter chatter shit is useless
Say it to my ear like its music
I can tell you bout the way I do it
I can show you better thangs I do this
Playing my song on the radio
Turn this here up on your stereo
Mr. Clean White T Im good
Pulling up bad chick your hood
Going up tonight
You make me wanna
Spend a little time
(Sit that ass in the middle put ya face in the pillow)
You know you got that
Kind of stuff I like
It taste like candy every-time
I'm all about elevating gotta keep her aligned
She a Water sign, Baby the auntie that ain't a momma fine
Double cup of Remy and i mix it with the wine
She two stepping with me I just wanna see her grind
I cant help but notice, got me hella focused
I'm tryna stay at eyes but damn that poking
Thinking if she was mine, and could I give it devotion
Picking apart her mind and fucking her by the ocean
A companion is must, someone you can trust
Someone you could love and never wonder if it's lust
Someone who would listen instead of argue and fuss
If that ain't enough then what the fuck is a us?
Wait... Let me try to rephrase that
Cuz I'm faded as fuck, and I been finding my way back
And my feelings is tucked But if you love me just say that
If you just wanna fuck then baby we can arrange that (Yeah)
Going up tonight
You make me wanna
Spend a little time
(Sit that ass in the middle put ya face in the pillow)
You know you got that
Kind of stuff I like
It taste like candy every time
Hu Yeah
Jr.Smitty representing Kansas City
Why you looking so pretty
Now drop and give me fifty
Bouncing that thang up and down
Girl can I get a quickie
Steady reaching for that booty
While i'm thinking bout them titties
Freaky little thang
Don't need to tell her she already know
She don't even strip but I see she know how to work a pole
If prostitution was her trade then she would have a soul
The way she work that middle and put it down on fellatio
We always on and off with our groove Just like a radio
Cause I ain't got no time for no funny business or shady hoes
She don't want allot of my time but its all gravy though
Cause I be busy out on the grind working that crazy flow
Im trained to go but little momma gone buss it open
She claim to know about loyalty but the love is broken
I gain the most ignoring tittles lets keep it open
She ain't the one to keep she ain't the one thats chosen
Going up tonight
You make me wanna
Spend a little time
(Sit that ass in the middle put ya face in the pillow)
You know you got that
Kind of stuff I like
It taste like candy every time
Credits
Writer(s): Ta'juan Pledger
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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