Issue No 138 Candy Freestyle Lyrics

All my chocolate gals drop below for me
The caramel mommies, what's up
All you flying vanilla baby girl, you a killer
Get low, would you look at that butt
I tell her lick, lick it like a lollipop
That's'
The car full of liquor, touchdown and we party rock
Cops at the door ain't enough to think the party stops
You the flavor of the week
My cinnamon swirl with some pretty ass feet
Manicure, pedicure, baby, you a treat
Chains, whips, whip cream, yeah, I think I got a freak
You my sugar mama, baby, yeah, I need your love
With your buttermilk skin, I see your love
If this real then I promise I won't leave you, love
Late night for desert, I feed you, love
You my honey bun, now I got another one
Sweeter than a scuba sherbet when the summer done
Competition, girl, you number one
All she want is hard dick and some bubble gum
I know you sick of this name brand nigga with flows
Girls say he's sweet like licorice
Get with this, your tush, now you ticklish
You got a man but a nigga still nigga rich

It's starting now
It's the same feeling I always seem to get around you
There's no mistaken, I'm clearly taken
By the simple, mere thought of you

I tell her take your time, don't be tryina rush a good thing
Plush I just found out she got a tongue ring
She open up like a pad's dispersive'brother feeling presidential

It's starting now

All my chocolate gals drop below for me
The caramel mommies, what's up
All you flying vanilla baby girl, you a killer
Get low, would you look at that butt