10 - Lil Candy Paint

10 - Lil Candy Paint

  • Year of release: 2019
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 1:53

Below is the lyrics of the song 10 , artist - Lil Candy Paint with translation

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10

Lil Candy Paint

A nigga head high, can’t slip up

These niggas mad I fucked on they sister

I cannot play as no victim

Shoot a nigga brain, we ain’t missing

Pop a couple 10, love them Percs

I spent like ten on a shirt

Run up the racks, my ex hurt

My new bitch look better than yours

I’m stayin' in the back and don’t say shit

She suckin' my dick in the spaceship, uh

All my hoes bad, not basic, uh

Said you love Candy, wanna taste it, uh

I’ma fuck on this broad in my mama house

Her big bro want smoke, bring that llama out

We gon' come outside, see what you talking 'bout

Then fuck on that ho in another round

A nigga too geeked, can’t calm down

Niggas in my city think I’m on now

Rockin' with the kid, love his song now

But last year niggas hated on it

A nigga talking bread then we on it, yeah

We not cool with niggas, y’all opponents

I don’t eat Gelato, I smoke it, uh

I’m off them drugs, I’m loaded

Took another Perc' to the head

Xans for the plane now I’m scared

Drop another deuce of the red

These drugs gon' leave me dead

Smoking on dope got my eyes closed

I fucked on his bitch, I’m an asshole

I’ma get money 'til the bank gone

I make art, Candy Van Gogh

Take a nigga shit, where his bread go?

Headed to the top, I can’t let go

Stacking up racks like Lego’s

I’ll dog a nigga bitch like Petco

I’m cooling like AC

These niggas hate me

His bitch wanna date me

That nigga the fake me

I’m in the two-seater, not in no beater, it got a lil' heater

You mad at me when your bitch is a lil' eater

You know that you need to control alt delete her

I hop in that coupe and I’m breaking the meter

These niggas so lame and they follow the leader

These niggas take swag and I caught 'em all cheatin'

I’m hot as fuck, fuck 'round and call me a fever

Left my ex because of money, I don’t need her

Going to the bank then I walk out with racks

I love that guap, there’s no string attached

Grab the AK, I got aim with that

Me and BHUNNA don’t play about racks

Yeah

Xans for the plane now I’m scared

Drop another deuce of the red

These drugs gon' leave me dead

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