candayapple lyrics

[blackbear:]

Yeah

beartrap sound

I'ma pull up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies, hey ladies"

Hey girl, what's up, I'ma pour this drink up with some soda

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies"

Hey girl, what's up

[Paul Wall:]

What's up, can I get an ice Coke?

Soda screwed up the rice though

Perperet love, I like money

Big mopo up, no scrub

I'm the president of the Drake club

Pharmacist's line want new plug

Dimepiece wanna rub my nut

Strapped with a rubber, no glove, no love

Take her to the bathtub, then undress

Pour codeine all over your chest

Let me confess, take you on a quest

On a life on the west and I come from Tex

Sippin' on a cup to relieve stress

When you're with me, it's always the best

I make all the rest seem like a pest

But there's only one Paul Wall I guess

Candy apple fake gold

With a trade poll

Cost me about 4k pesos

Blackbear came through with a J-Lo

My day one, booty softer than Play-Doh

Lay low as I pour up slow

Stay true, I never fold

Game cold, that thing is swole

Don't mind me, I'm getting thrown

[blackbear:]

I'ma pull up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies, hey ladies"

Hey girl, what's up, I'ma pour this drink up with some soda

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies"

Hey girl, what's up

I'ma show up, show up

Hypnotic with the Henny paint marauder

Call me daddy, you would think that bitch my daughter

She my accessory, you know that I'ma flaunt her

That bitch so bad that you would think that she a Jenner

Tell these hoes that I ain't really 'bout that drama

Got less money, got a count, it's just the counter

Look at the tags, how many lay down per bag

When I'm feelin' sad, I just start countin' my cash

Pocket and grab

I'ma pull up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies, hey ladies"

Hey girl, what's up, I'ma pour this drink up with some soda

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies"

Hey girl, what's up

[RiFF RAFF:]

I don't know what they callin' for

Sippin' drink outside of Baltimore

Got me a house way out the Sugarland

Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans

Purple stains over my Robin pants

Prayin' for the Jack, got me feeling like Gucci

I pour forward for the manfazine

Pull up on the scene with a crease in my jeans

There's a kid in matte black, emcee, and backpack

Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans

Heard a kid in matte black, emcee, and backpack

Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans

Purple stains over my Robin pants

Prayin' for the Jack, got me feeling like Gucci

I pour forward for the manfazine

Pull up on the scene with a crease in my jeans

[blackbear:]

I'ma pull up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies, hey ladies"

Hey girl, what's up, I'ma pour this drink up with some soda

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies"

Hey girl, what's up

[RiFF RAFF:]

I don't know what they callin' for

Sippin' drink outside of Baltimore

Got me a house way out the Sugarland

Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans

I don't know what they callin' for

Sippin' drink outside of Baltimore

Got me a house way out the Sugarland

Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans

• Artist:Blackbear
• Album:Cybersex