Little Brother, Darien Brockington, Bun B - Candy lyrics

Well we the real Trill
Playas postin up in the corner
Sippin and blowin on purple
Gettin lit like we wanna
My persona is OG, my aura is green
And I'm known for comin down on them blaze
Sippin lean so fresh and clean
I'm draped up and dripped out
Every time I hit the scene, they say, "Bun
You done tripped out"
If I ain't got nothin new
I ain't comin outside
That goes for clothes and
Rolls, shoes, jewels, and rides
I done try to be low-key
And change up my handy
But, if I don't show off my dough
How dey gon' know that I have it?
I'm too used to the flossin
I'm too used to the shine
And I gotsta to relive this tread as


Hard as I like to grind
So right now is the time
And right here is the place
We gon' pop up the bottle until
We po' off the taste
Everybody showin +love+
And we know where they +tainted+
So throw your hand up in the
Air if yo' car's candy painted, c'mon!

They see me ridin-a, they see me grindin
They see me steppin up, they see me shinin'
And they say it's like candy
(and what they sayin, s-sayin)
It's like candy
They see me ridin-a, they see me grindin
They see me steppin up, they see me shinin'
And they say it's like candy
(and what they sayin, s-sayin)
It's like candy

Aiyyo, I met this new girl
(wha?) wit big juicy lips (wha?)
And nice round hips
I mean her body is a safe space
And niggas that hate Tay say
Her body's a trip
Aiyyo, it's more than a trip faaam
Her body's a vacay and we 'bout to make way
And step out on the town
To do it the way we do it and such
Had a couple kids so we cain't, do it as much
But when we do it
We do it like they do it in church (c'mon)
Made 'em scream Hallelujah for it
For on a night like this
It seems my double-breasted ain't
Suited for it (tell 'em)
So I'mma hit 'em wit hard bottoms
Slacks and button downs
Initials in the cup links
The boy don't fuck around
The game is in trouble now
Cause we on dancefloor

For Mr
And Mrs tiggalo they Dancin With the Stars
Dead broke, but tonight we
Party like we million-arrs, yes Lawd!

They see me ridin-a, they see me grindin
They see me steppin up, they see me shinin'
And they say it's like candy
(and what they sayin, s-sayin)
It's like candy
They see me ridin-a, they see me grindin
They see me steppin up, they see me shinin'
And they say it's like candy
(and what they sayin, s-sayin)
It's like candy

Ayo, peep game, this is real rap
A lot of niggas wanna see where my skills at
A lot of hoes wanna know where the bills at
I'm like, "Mami, beat the streets
" she don't feel that
Ralph Lauren, Ill Skin, yeah I'm all that
I'm laid back in the Lex and it's all-black
"Cool nigga over there" is what you call that
Matter a-fact
I do it like it's goin outta style
Karat profile, two dimples when I smile
?Don't chaff?
Feel the air when I pass all the while
Hoes keep eyein me down
Yet they eyein me now
Me and Trey tryin ten for town
Gettin down wit my 1-2, and this how we do
I came to shut the party down, it's official
And every night like New Year's Eve
I go hard like you wouldn't believe
I'm dat DUDE!

They see me ridin-a, they see me grindin
They see me steppin up, they see me shinin'
And they say it's like candy
(and what they sayin, s-sayin)
It's like candy
They see me ridin-a, they see me grindin
They see me steppin up, they see me shinin'
And they say it's like candy
(and what they sayin, s-sayin)
It's like candy

Yes, Little Brother, Bun b collaboration
Pimp C, welcome home, yo thanks
For the love man, it's all good
Shout out to all my niggas out in Texas
Out in Houston
I'm talkin 'bout The Foundation
I'm talkin 'bout Cosmos
My nigga Frank, whaddup?
My nigga O cliff, whaddup?