I Got Candy (Explicit)-TRU

This for all y'all n***az dat tru to the g zame From master p and the whole tru click it's time to hook ya ice Cream up and turn it into candy Mo b d**k：oh Chorus i：I got candy Mo b d**k：I can serve you on the block C*****e cream or rock it takes over fiend I got candy Mo b d**k：I wanna know If you feel it too just like I do I hits the block non stop rocks in my sock Pause for a second when I see the cops Rocks of candy whatever you wanna call it But when I get you hooked it's like a muthaf**kin alcoholic I stay around like a poster watch fiends follow like a toaster Candy I have move em fast like Knick knack paddy whack give a fiend a fast sack 9 times outta 10 he'll tell his friends and they'll be right back Whole bunch a n***az and just one fiend They come to me for less cut cause I boast bigger cream And them fiends come back cause they understand me I open up shop open up shop cause I got candy Chorus ii：he's got candy yo eyes roll in your head Mo b d**k：you toss and turn in yo bed Cause I only sell the best to you Mo b d**k：indeed I do Simply put I'm the reason why Silkk：why Everyday you get high Mo b d**k：real high And you know I got that crack for you Mo b d**k：indeed I do Just for you I'm sittin on the post choppin game with this b***h I see ya later ho I gots money to get Cause as long as a fiend with dream I got cream Money moves everything around me kn'what I mean Cause as a with a dolla I'm sittin on a drop and parlour On some gold thangs watch all them h*es follow My money makes stacks and real deals I keep my cash n***a taj I can't chill I gots to pay bills And these n***az can't stand me Got this ho that said she wanna suck my d**k for candy Gotta watch out for these d**e fiends cause they be runnin tricks $3 what they gon come with $3 what they gon get I hold the block like a 7 11 7 11 Kick yo door in like taj Taj Cut the s**t up like machetti chop the s**t up like grass Cause I'm a stay hustlin till they f**kin can me b***h Because it's Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday I got Candy Chorus I Uuuunnnngggghhhh I smoke w**d cause I'm a d**g deala I sell candy on the block fool to make my f**kin scrilla 7 grams for $2 50 Got n***az in the hood on hold tryin to get with me I keep a stash for the drought But the s**t I sling daily in plastic out my mouth My homies use code names Like l d big champ slim t dove and big mann I take penetentiary chances to make a livin Every 1st of the month is like thanksgiving Fiends hug me like they miss me H*es see me rollin in my car and wanna be with me I get my candy from california by the keys Ship it in boats and trains back to new orleans And open up shop like mr rogers But sell mo hits than the dodgers And fiends holla "ungh" cause it's all good From the triple beam straight to the neighborhood And when you sellin candy trust nobody Cause n***az even snitched on john gotti N***az stay tru to the g zame Never front on muthaf**kin candy in the d**e game And never go to the fedz on ya folks Cause punks get f**ked with the soap Chorus iii： Mo b d**k：I got that real good c*****e C*****e Each and Every day all real tru soldiers on these streets I gotta get my pay My game so tight so good so good yeah Mo b d**k：c*****e/he roin/that fire a*s w**d Values and boulders just tell me what you need baby oh Cotton candy candy