Candy Freestyle Lyrics
[Verse 1:cash Kidd]
Bitch i got my own swag all these niggas sounidng the same
Tryna get fame off another nigga's style in the game im
Countin' my change im good i dont rock with you lames just doin'me stackin up and staying out of the way bitches tell me how i done changed i know i ain't' the same cuz i done been threw some shit let me try too explain broke ass hell at the crib me n my nigga' pistol tryna'find a way to eat but stay up out of the system tattoo's every were so no jobs for this nigga' fuck it imma' rob me a nigga for my mama and sister cuz we gotta' eat and survive i can't get me a job so imma' do whatever cuz' its up to me to provide bitches tell me like you used to be a sweetheart i said i know i used to but no i gotta' be smart cuz bitches take yo' kidness as a weekness they be tryna' take advantage when you stackin up yo bread like you tryna' make a sandwich and they just say sorry like that handles all the damage and that's how you turn a man into a savage now i don't give a fuck about shit but fuck the cops bitch tell the feds to get the fuck off my dick they tried to lock me up for armed robbery im pleding the fifth if you ain't' catch me and the act i ain't' admitting to shit they threw me in that little room and tried to get me to snitch before i point a finger i'll rather sit in this bitch i laughed in they face they let me out right after that day its back to stackin the cake stackin and taking the cash to the safe free tone soon as he tough done we gone celebrate for so long the reff gone throw a flag on the plate i managed to see the sun threw all the sleed and the rain but im good im still alive so i can't even complain im still with the same team since a young ass nigga fuck the judge and the police old dum ass bitches
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[Chorus] mama said you gotta grind to get it won't something work hard dont be robbing niggas you gotta grind my nigga you gotta gring gotta grind till yo' check got at least two commas in it yeah ain't shit sweet nigga' niggas' think shit sweet nigga' im getting money i ain't got time for beef nigga but im still strapped in case you think shit sweet nigga' ,let's get it i remember i was broke ass hell robbing every nigga i seen fuck that shit nigga' can't take what another nigga' work hard for you gotta' get out and get it just like he did frl' let's get it
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd] Bitch i got my own swag all these niggas' copy and paste they smile in yo' face you gotta' watch for these snakes for some pussy' i know some niggas that will mob in the rain hop on a train catch a bus probally fly on a plane dummy 's go get yo' cheddar these hoes will be forever and soon ass you get it up go get the ice in the frames im getting doe in the hood hitting hoes living good buffs got so much tent i feel like im in the woods live for my nigga G Down for my nigga Lee jaswan on my nigga's feet we was down now we on our feet bitch im balling for jeff got tattoo's all on my neck if i fuck a brawd' its just that i never call her or text these niggas call me with threats boy i walk with the texts boy dont talk me to death cuz 'tone call and collect bitch stop being lazy give me head with enthusiasm when hoes see a nigga' i only throw the pussy at em' im still strapped but nigga chippa point the tooly' at em' wet a nigga up in the morning like fruity pebbles niggas crazy out here but i can't knock em' cuz' when i was broke with a dollar i was out robbing im tryna' let these niggas no that ain't the only option if you really wanna see prophet gotta; start grinding now im getting money fuck all that beef shit but im still strapped case you think shit sweet nigga'
