"Candy Paint" - DJ Dada

Funk Boogaloo, West Coast Hip Hop, Bay Area Hip Hop, Raspy Voice, Booming Bass, Continuous Bass

[Pre-Hook]
Make the hood bounce to this.
She wanna know if I can make her rich.
Hell naw baby, an kicked her out the whip

[Hook]
Breakin' necks when I roll pass. 
Got all the bitches shakin' ass.
Candy paint drippin'. 
Got the benzo glidin', switchin' lanes, grippin' on my nine. (Grippin' on my nine.)

[Verse 2]
All these bitches hangin' from my nuts. 
From the ho's with the big butts. 
To the labels signin' checks tryna front.
They know I get my own money out the mud. 
Mad cuz this g shit in my blood.
Got the parties jumpin' they show a young brotha love.
Shawty wanna slide an show me what she made of.
Wanna hop in my benzo with the white walls.
But I won't give her a crumb.
Married to the game since day one this G shit my crutch.
Only pullin' up for the money gotta get it in my clutch.

[Hook]
Breakin' necks when I roll pass. 
Got all the bitches shakin' ass.
Candy paint drippin'. 
Got the benzo glidin', switchin' lanes, grippin' on my nine. (Grippin' on my nine.)

[Verse 3]
Pull the Maybach through the trap,
Got the red candy paint wrap.
Yo main bitch head in the lap,
Hit the white neighborhoods and slang those sacks.
Silicone titties givin' up the greenbacks,
Real or fake you know I get these racks.
Fuckin' with the white bitches, they got the stacks.
Bounce back to the crib, all this money to unpack.
I don't even gotta rap.

[Verse 4]
Look at these clothes,
Look at my whip,
You sellin' your soul for a couple licks.
While I'm in the penthouse flippin' tricks.
I stay fly fifty bands on the drip.
Chicken wings at the strip club, watchin' yo bitch.
Lookin' at me while she lickin' her lips.
Crawlin' for the money, she know I stack my chips.
One word and I can be between them hips,
Being in one place to long I start to trip,
Local plug callin', needs another zip.
Skirt off in the Maybach
Gotta dip.

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[Verse 1] Mobbin' fo my city comin' out the mud I'm gritty. Up and down the block we stay busy. You know we keep you gettin' jiggy. Trigger finger itchy. Keep the bitches dizzy. Countin' all this money pushin' all these millys. Make my hands happy when i see hunnids and fifties. All black Benz cuttin' through your city. Glidin'. Ridin'. Servin' fiends. Flippin' trees. Got thirteen in the magazine. It's a guarantee. [Pre-Hook] Make the hood bounce to this. She wanna know if I can make her rich. Hell naw baby, an kicked her out the whip [Hook] Breakin' necks when I roll pass. Got all the bitches shakin' ass. Candy paint drippin'. Got the benzo glidin', switchin' lanes, grippin' on my nine. (Grippin' on my nine.) [Verse 2] All these bitches hangin' from my nuts. From the ho's with the big butts. To the labels signin' checks tryna front. They know I get my own money out the mud. Mad cuz this g shit in my blood. Got the parties jumpin' they show a young brotha love. Shawty wanna slide an show me what she made of. Wanna hop in my benzo with the white walls. But I won't give her a crumb. Married to the game since day one this G shit my crutch. Only pullin' up for the money gotta get it in my clutch. [Hook] Breakin' necks when I roll pass. Got all the bitches shakin' ass. Candy paint drippin'. Got the benzo glidin', switchin' lanes, grippin' on my nine. (Grippin' on my nine.) [Verse 3] Pull the Maybach through the trap, Got the red candy paint wrap. Yo main bitch head in the lap, Hit the white neighborhoods and slang those sacks. Silicone titties givin' up the greenbacks, Real or fake you know I get these racks. Fuckin' with the white bitches, they got the stacks. Bounce back to the crib, all this money to unpack. I don't even gotta rap. [Verse 4] Look at these clothes, Look at my whip, You sellin' your soul for a couple licks. While I'm in the penthouse flippin' tricks. I stay fly fifty bands on the drip. Chicken wings at the strip club, watchin' yo bitch. Lookin' at me while she lickin' her lips. Crawlin' for the money, she know I stack my chips. One word and I can be between them hips, Being in one place to long I start to trip, Local plug callin', needs another zip. Skirt off in the Maybach Gotta dip.

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