Cotton Candy
Woo
Little nine
This is fucking crazy...
Johnny made this fucking beat
Johnny... johnny...
Run it up
Haha
I got snow on my neck
All the halls are on deck
Put it up a chet...
Got no time for the b.s.
We camouflage
They don't see us
I got the right piece
I see you see what I icy
Took two lovers
Got my brother's
I'm not bother
Fucked another
And her mother
You're still with her sister
Upgrade little man
Me I got my band
Trying to get these bands
Is you trying to dance
Prance around and catch these hands
You and your fucking man's
Is you planning to attack
Tikkity-tack
Rikkity-rack
Spilling beans behind her back
Never snitched
Actually spilled some beans, jelly beans
Whatcha mean
Smoking greens in my sleep
Don't know me
You don't fucking know me
Homie is you real
Or is you a fucking phony
She's got no panties
'Cause she's always fucking horny
Woadie in the morning
Shorty says she's got a story
Sorry butt, I got her roaring in the shower
Woah yuh aye
I finished more than an hour
Sent her home with some flowers
Her ex was a fucking coward
Defeated him like bowser
Wowzers, she just made a mess in her fucking trousers yuh! (Ew) (Yummy!)
Yo, yo, aye
Sweet like cotton candy
Cookies from your granny
Pull up, on your panties
Beat it up upon her fanny
Not a vigilante
And ah, bitch i can't be
But bitch I can't be
Sweet like cotton candy
Yuh
Yuh
Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy,
That bitch wants a handy, randy, man who is dandy
"I cannot promise her anything but alot of Xanny's"
Your girl says my presence
Is very uncanny
Once I pull with the candy
Your bitch turns nasty
Got these hoes lined up looking like a rally
Got that shit that makes sure you feel shimmy-shammy
Bitch can't even know walk
She can't even talk
I'm so slump
Aye Like ski got what? Or?
Trying to walk
Yuh aye
Pistol untucked
Pistol untucked
Litter him up
I care fucking less, what you think?
Down there, there's a fucking mess and its pink
Yeah and I got my band
Trying to go to France
With me and my fuckin' friends
Got to go to get a Benz
Got to get that fucking lens
Got to get my
Sniffle down on gang
Got that bullet to your brain
Got mo' money in the bank
Got him in the range
Guess she wants a fucking taste
Sticky-icky filthy face
Westside yeah
What you sayin'?
Purple, red, pink, and blue
What is it to you?
Feathers on my face filling up my sweet tooth (Yummy)
Feathers on my face filling up my sweet tooth (Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy)
Feathers on my fucking face filling up my sweet tooth (Yummy, yummy)
Sweet like cotton candy
Cookies from your granny
Pull up, on her panties
Beat it up upon her fanny
Not a vigilante
But bitch I can't be
'Cause bitch I can't be
Sweet like cotton candy
Yuh
Yummy yummy aye
Yummy aye
Fuck...