Candi Girl

Want the nigga wit the realest game
Won't you give me your name your number
Have you picking out the finer things
Know I keep that candy girl
Crib cars and diamonds rings
Give you some of this real life hustling
So you what true pimping bring
You might be my candy girl

Just relax lil ma, you ain't going nowhere
Parties just got started, it's a private affair
Might start real slow, play in your hair
Do a couple magic tricks, make your cloths disappear
Yea it must be fate, we thinking the same thing
Jacuzzi got bubbles, but so does the champagne
The good life, no fussing no fighting
Physical attraction sucking and bitting
Yeah I'm the boss ain't no need to be frightened
I'm sophisticated ma, you can tell by the Breitling
Whatever happens, we gone keep it exciting
Blowing dough by the day, rough sex all night

Want the nigga wit the realest game
Won't you give me your name your number
Have you picking out the finer things
Know I keep that candy girl
Crib cars and diamonds rings
Give you some of this real life hustling
So you what true pimping bring
You might my candy girl

I got money, you can have some too
Baby girl listen to me, you can have a penthouse view
I don't know why you're still struggling mommy
When it comes to the streets
I've been Clyde you can be my Bonny
Money ain't a problem shorty you a witness to that
The way the kid keep his Benjamins stacked
And you can have some of that
Louis V hug on you rack and maybe even chrome wheel on the lack
Think of that when I hit from the back
If you can't cooperate
You need to gather up your shit and pack
The new chick is no problem to find
My jewels is like a hoe magnets
All they do is follow the shine

Want the nigga wit the realest game
Won't you give me your name your number
Have you picking out the finer things
Know I keep that candy girl
Crib cars and diamonds rings
Give you some of this real life hustling
So you what true pimping bring
You might be my candy girl

If you want it, I'm a give it to you
Don't o-d, let me show you, how a queen life's supposed to be
Buck 60 in the Bentley
Soaking wet, just cream on it
Flying Spur, feel like it got wings on it
Two-seater me and you
Baby, one of a kind
Just keeps getting better with time
I'm too rich, to have love on my mind
All I need is a bad chick, who ain't scared to get out and grind
Keep a pistols, so beef
We ain't gotta worry bout
The game's mine
So competition better hurry out
We can take it over, me and you in a Range Rover
Im here ma, the waits over

Want the nigga wit the realest game
Won't you give me your name your number
Have you picking out the finer things
Know I keep that candy girl
Crib cars and diamonds rings
Give you some of this real life hustling
So you what true pimping bring
You might be my candy girl

Want the nigga wit the realest game
Won't you give me your name your number
Have you picking out the finer things
Know I keep that candy girl
Crib cars and diamonds rings
Give you some of this real life hustling
So you what true pimping bring
You might be my candy girl



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