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Gucci Mane( Radric Delantic Davis )
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Candy Lady (Remix) [feat. 1017 Brick Squad]
[Talking:~Gucci Mane~] Wassup flocka, wassup juice* Joey, wooh, frenchie Man we got so much money We don't know what to do w/ this shit man Whip my ass w/ hundreds Buggers on the money Blow my nose w/ the money It's Gucci, it's the burr burr burrpint 3 Getting kinda cold in here, iced Out drinkin ' a cold soda chillen in the ac Hoppin ' out the igloo In austria east atlanta
[OJ Da Juiceman:] Candy lady daisy Whippin up a baby It's a street brawl & My baby brought the razor ... got my truck roller skatin Early in the morning Lots of... grits & bacon Baby girl one hundred She don't do no fakin ' Bought my girl a bag & She brought me back a AR [x2]
[French Montana:] Now she the kinda girl that a nigga like Always beat it up so she call me ike Candy lady take the niggas out to candy land She got you spending all your money like a cieling fan GO, glock 4-5 fully loaded clip BAH, don't think that she gone go pull it And she let it rip She say she like my chain She want the samethang So she got the bird w/ the pink rings
[Chorus: Gucci Mane] See she type a girl that a nigga like When shit jump off she'll help a nigga fight She more than lover she more like a sister I buy her a bag she buy me a pistol It's early in the morning she what I'm whippin And when she call that, I call it homes cookin See that's my old lady, she drive me crazy But the homies in the hood call her a Candy lady
[Waka Flocka Flame:] Bust up in this fuckin bitch Flocka need a bad bitch One night stand baby we can have a marriage Green chain cabbage lil ' shawty not yo average Light, thick, cute OH MY GOD Jump in my car... I can make you a star Swagg to the roof waka flame he the truth Got goons that's gone shoot Tell yo man to bag back, all that flirtin Can a nigga stab that, she said She diggin ' me she said she feelin ' me I'm so fuckin hot I burned her to the 3rd degree He so industry I'm so fuckin ' hood Blowing purple tree & it taste so fuckin ' good
[Chorus: Gucci Mane] See she type a girl that a nigga like When shit jump off she'll help a nigga fight She more than lover she more like a sister I buy her a bag she buy me a pistol It's early in the morning she what I'm whippin And when she call that, I call it homes cookin See that's my old lady, she drive me crazy But the homies in the hood call her a Candy lady
[Wooh Da Kid:] Baby girl my sister, better off my bestfriend Cause if I hop up on a nigga bet she jumpin ' in Fuck a nickle bag, keylod she shiftin ' in I ask her four or five pounds & she bring me ten That's why I follow her, she don't want tolapia I give her a cheeseburger and promise not To lie to her, born in the south, if I got locked She'll get money from all of my side bitches And bail a nigga out, that's why I call her my main Squeeze in the drop w/ that cool breeze When I see her I freeze I like to watch her like hd Yeah that's my baby, no beyonce or jay-z She'll walk up on you & rock a bye baby
[Chorus: Gucci Mane] See she type a girl that a nigga like When shit jump off she'll help a nigga fight She more than lover she more like a sister I buy her a bag she buy me a pistol It's early in the morning she what I'm whippin And when she call that, I call it homes cookin See that's my old lady, she drive me crazy But the homies in the hood call her a Candy lady
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