TopSongsTPS - Candles Pt.3 lyrics

[TopSongsTPS - Candles Pt.3 lyrics]

Oh oh woah woah, woah, woah
Hey

Two Percs in, three Percs in
Either way it go, I'm finna put the work in
I flew into LAX, Bibby pulled up in the Benz
Three weeks later, we in New York
Rockin' Gucci Suede trench
I won't wear contacts
But I love Versace lens
Choppa cook a nigga grill
Like who let Hibachi in?
She ask me if I wanna fuck
I told her "Well it all depends"
Do you love me for my money
Do you love me for my sins?
Niggas love my style 'til the
Point the copy it
How you hatin' outside the club
When you can't even get in?
I just counted twenty bands


Time to blow it in the wind
Drugs got me in trench
Lord's knows I'm a sin
Did it all on my own, so
It's still fuck a friend, ayy
I don't owe nobody shit, don't call me
Bitch call it quit's
Treat my dick just like your pride, ho'
You better swallow it
Yeah I got a couple side hoes
They love to swallow it
I need me a fly bitch, flyer than a pilot is
You know I be high, bitch
Higher than a pilot is
If you ain't talkin' money
Then the conversation over with

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