CEO Trayle - CandyMan lyrics
[CEO Trayle - CandyMan lyrics]
Yeah, uh
Let me paint a picture, avid serial killer
You know chose another victim
Bloody Mary in the mirror
Mr happy Halloween C4
So here you go a thriller
Mr chrome Hearted killer
It's a Moncler murder
Livin' life with Dior denims
And slime'll squeeze him like a girdle
I'm a first-class stepper
Quick to step in cold turkey
From the A all way to Berkeley
And I can't let the police search me
A nigga touch me, up these, new credentials
Up fees fendi sleeve, won't bless a sneeze
I bless that bitch, Stand up for me
It'll be an awful lot
Of bodies droppin' down
You leave it up to me
And the label came straight to the shooters
That's how they discovered me
Yeah, yeah, duct tape his arms and his legs
Where his bread?
Backdoor shot the hammerhead
Door swung open, I'm comin' in
I told the Lord that I can't
Help but sin, fuck around
Let them steppers in
Bet that nigga won't step again
Ayy, his back door open, Tell a friend
Uh, had to let me go
They ain't had no evidence yeah, yeah
I go Spider 'round her throat
And let her represent
They left me out there in the cold
They wouldn't even let me in
Fuck that bitch
It's nothin' I won't regret again
I'm Big Backdoor the kicker, shawty
You cross me, won't forget about it
And this bitch sittin' near me poutin'
'Cause I'm finna go on another outin'
Yeah, I ain't been home in
The last two weeks, Just bought another Audi
Lil' Percy, me and my brothers 'bout it
In a foreign car, shootin' out it
Candice or Jessica, don't trust 'em
They might set me up
Pour Wockhardt in my double cup
And she stay with me 'til the sun was up
You big boss, go and touch
Nigga, I don't keep in touch
Tellin' me to check in for what?
All the lean goin' straight to my gut
Let me paint a picture, avid serial killer
You know chose another victim
Bloody Mary in the mirror
Mr happy Halloween C4
So here you go a thriller
Mr chrome Hearted killer
It's a Moncler murder
Livin' life with Dior denims
And slime'll squeeze him like a girdle
I'm a first-class stepper
Quick to step in cold turkey
From the A all way to Berkeley
And I can't let the police search me
A nigga touch me, up these, new credentials
Up fees fendi sleeve, won't bless a sneeze
I bless that bitch, Stand up for me
It'll be an awful lot
Of bodies droppin' down
You leave it up to me
And the label came straight to the shooters
That's how they discovered me
Yeah, yeah, duct tape his arms and his legs
Where his bread?
Backdoor shot the hammerhead
Door swung open, I'm comin' in
I told the Lord that I can't
Help but sin, fuck around
Let them steppers in
Bet that nigga won't step again
Ayy, his back door open, Tell a friend
Uh, had to let me go
They ain't had no evidence yeah, yeah
I go Spider 'round her throat
And let her represent
They left me out there in the cold
They wouldn't even let me in
Fuck that bitch
It's nothin' I won't regret again
I'm Big Backdoor the kicker, shawty
You cross me, won't forget about it
And this bitch sittin' near me poutin'
'Cause I'm finna go on another outin'
Yeah, I ain't been home in
The last two weeks, Just bought another Audi
Lil' Percy, me and my brothers 'bout it
In a foreign car, shootin' out it
Candice or Jessica, don't trust 'em
They might set me up
Pour Wockhardt in my double cup
And she stay with me 'til the sun was up
You big boss, go and touch
Nigga, I don't keep in touch
Tellin' me to check in for what?
All the lean goin' straight to my gut