Sugar Coated Game - Masta Sweet x Pimp Candy

RIP Pimp C [INTRO – Pimp Candy (Talkin’ Fly)] Awwww nawww, sweet tooths and slick fools... Y’all done stepped in the royal pantry now. This Pimp Candy, baby… And I got Masta Sweet wit’ me. We don’t rap — we serve dessert wit’ a threat. [HOOK – Masta Sweet (Smooth Flow)] Sugar in my speech, glaze in my name Whip that swirl like I’m cookin’ up game Candy on chrome, player in the zone Got three candy queens blowin’ up my phone Frostin’ on my wrist, cocoa in the coat Pastry drip got 'em floatin’ like a boat I don’t flex, I flavor the flame Makin’ money off this sugar-coated game [VERSE 1 – Pimp Candy (Pimp C flow + Sweet Lingo)] Yeah! I’m that molasses-mouthed maestro Gumdrop game, 5-star for the sideshow Ridin’ slow in a strawberry coupe Got the seats drippin’ cream, the speakers go BOOP I don’t chase — I plate I don’t serve — I wait Let the cake rise, then I frost with grace I keep my cane dipped, my name flipped Still pourin’ praline game with the same lip Girl say she sweet? I said “Prove it, peach.” Let me slide on that pie like I own the yeast I’m from the South where the sugar slap And the syrup talk back when the money stack [HOOK – Masta Sweet + Ad-Libs] Sugar in my speech, glaze in my name Whip that swirl like I’m cookin’ up game Candy on chrome, player in the zone Got three candy queens blowin’ up my phone Frostin’ on my wrist, cocoa in the coat Pastry drip got 'em floatin’ like a boat I don’t flex, I flavor the flame Makin’ money off this sugar-coated game [VERSE 2 – Masta Sweet (Sauced Out Smooth Flow)] Now listen baby... I ain’t your average trap chef I bake with finesse And I dress like a walking success in the flesh Bubblegum gators, cotton candy mink Got a lollipop watch — what you THINK? I'm postin’ on the block in a fruit pie robe With a peppermint pistol and a jelly roll code You see that Kool-Aid Caddy with the macadamia tint? That’s me — pressin’ play with your rent I don’t talk to the broke or the bland If your sugar ain't strong, I won’t shake ya hand [VERSE 3 – Pimp Candy (Final Pimpin’ Sermon)] Sweet talkin’, slab slidin’, Sunday drivin’ I got that 3-layer sermon if the streets need providin’ I don't rap for streams — I rap for cream And sprinkle game on tracks like a funnel cake dream You know the type — velvet vocal, southern scold With a swirl in the tone and some cherry gold Don’t test no candy unless you got teeth Cause this ain’t no store-bought sweet — it’s cartel heat! [HOOK – Final Smooth Chant] Sugar in my speech, glaze in my name Whip that swirl like I’m cookin’ up game Candy on chrome, player in the zone Got three candy queens blowin’ up my phone Frostin’ on my wrist, cocoa in the coat Pastry drip got 'em floatin’ like a boat I don’t flex, I flavor the flame Makin’ money off this sugar-coated game [OUTRO – Talkin’ Slow] Pimp Candy... Masta Sweet... We don’t clock in — we melt down. This ain’t fast food. This that caramel gospel.