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Tekst piosenki Candy

[Intro]
(Sap is on the beat)

[Verse 1: Berner]
I'm in a candy-paint Caddy with a candy rain fatty
Lil' thick bitch, yeah, she think my name Daddy
Never use the same addys, switch up spots
They wouldn't let me in the door, I pick the locks
Game over, this a takeover
It's hard to stay sober, I'm blazed
Been paid, fuck minimum wage
With some smoke like this, I got 'em trimmin' for days
I'm out here in The Bay, back and forth to LA
Place your order if you ready to shop
The lil' heat-sealed eight bags come in a box

Yeah, you gotta move mean so they don't run in your spot
Got the whole world on lock, you still runnin' your block
Checkmate, we still get it for the best rate
Yeah, they waiting for my next play
The good shit hit the chestplate
Open up the mail, another check came

[Chorus: Berner]
Yeah, everything candy
Yeah, everything candy
Everything candy
Yeah, everything candy (Candy, candy)
Candy (Candy, candy, candy)
Candy
[Verse 2: B-Real]
Candy paint on the Caddy with the fatty burnin'
Windows rolled up, smoke box, Dayton wheels turnin'
Candy flavor in my paper
Life Saver or a Now and Later, now a hater 'bout to catch an L
Neighbor crying 'bout the smell, told him go to hell
He ain't ran game, hit you with the spell
Flowers burnin', flowers sell
So exquisite, Xzibit rolled the blunt and hit it
Got the studio lit, it's nothin' how we did it
We're so committed, they call it obsession, fucking quit it
Just take a minute to inhale the bag and get it
Make a move, make a choice, make a good decision
You're at the counter, I'm watchin' you get tunnel vision
Insane glisten and listenin' to your instincts
Your brain shifting, it's Green Thumb, you know the link
You can find me here in Cali when I'm not on tour
Droppin' many flavors, it's Insane, you need more

[Chorus: Berner & Rick Ross]
Yeah, everything candy
Yeah, everything candy
Everything candy
Yeah, everything candy (Candy, candy, Smokin' one with my homies)
Candy (Candy, candy, candy)
Candy
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Step out the jacuzzi and Versace the robe (Huh)
Waiting for two hundred pounds that I got on the road (Boss)
I would put it on a plane, if not, know I would've drove
Only nigga in the South smokin' on West Coast
Black '59 Impala, set it on gold spokes (Yes)
Still two blocks away and you can smell my smoke
Quick to drop the top and let the breeze bless my beard
Candy-painted Caddy in my favorite year
Baddest bitches in the city, know that we just came to get it
Twistin' up on Collins Ave (Huh), then get right back to business
Got a thick bitch in the city, spillin' Belaire on her titties
Now we rolling up the vibes, and I started with the phillies
Canary yellow minks like I'm Frank Lucas lieutenant (Woah)
Cold motherfucker, bust a nut in seven minutes
Got a condo on the beach, it might've hit me seven million
I could never love a bitch, that's not the purpose for my feelings
Hold up, biggest (Maybach Music)
Roll up, Cookies

[Chorus: Berner]
Yeah, everything candy
Yeah, everything candy
Everything candy
Yeah, everything candy (Candy, candy)
Candy (Candy, candy, candy)
Candy
[Outro: Berner]
Candy
Candy
Yeah, everything candy (Candy, candy, candy, candy, candy, candy)

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