Candy in the Club

rap, Slow-rolling southern club joint blending old-school hip hop swing and country-rap bounce; thick sub-bass and dusty drums under swaggering male rap verses, with horn stabs and twangy slide guitar licks, Hook opens up with sultry, melodic male vocals, doubled in spots and stacked harmonies on the last line for a sticky, radio-ready earworm, keep it raunchy and playful while the beat rides steady, hip hop, country, male vocals only, low kick, dark clubbing, motown soul, dark style

V4.5-ALL

[Intro] [club crowd murmur, horn stab] Short skirt Long night Lip gloss Low light (uh) [Verse 1] She two-step, slow grind on the pole of a barstool Lickin' on that lollipop, drippin' like it hard to Country drawl thick, say my name like a mouthful Candy apple smile, say she only like 'em doubtful "Boy, you ain't ready" — hand on my buckle Said she want trouble, I said I'm the trouble Boots on the floor, but her thighs on my lap Talkin' real slick while the bass slap-slap (yeah) [Chorus] Candy in the club, meltin' on my tongue (mmm) Sweet little thing got me comin' undone Sugar on her lips, trouble in her laugh If I take her home, I ain't bringin' her back Candy in the club, drippin' down slow Say she from the country but she ride like a pro Heart say leave, but my hands say stay Got a pocket full of sins and she taste that way (oh yeah) [Verse 2] She whisper in my ear 'bout the way that she ride Drawl so dirty make a preacher step outside Talkin' 'bout the truck bed, tailgate down Moonshine sippin' while we foggin' up the town Said she like a man with a big ol' ego Thick bankroll and a mind full of mischief Grabbed my hat, put it on, took control Said, "Drive me like you stole me, baby, lose control" (hey) [Chorus] Candy in the club, meltin' on my tongue Sweet little thing got me comin' undone Sugar on her lips, trouble in her laugh If I take her home, I ain't bringin' her back Candy in the club, drippin' down slow Say she from the country but she ride like a pro Heart say leave, but my hands say stay Got a pocket full of sins and she taste that way

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