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CANDY PAINT Video (MV)




Performed By: ASTRAP
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Ali Shiri




ASTRAP - CANDY PAINT Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two hundred hoes put 'em in a xan zipper
Candy paint, I'm whipping candy at the shop, huh
Rolls dropped the top, I told the roof "Get divorced"
Phantom all black, f*ck it, switch it to the Porsche
Gas in my lungs, you can hear it in my voice
I was down bad, had to get it, no choice
You can keep that bag, that Chanel, that shit yours
You can keep that watch, that lil Cartier, that's yours
I ain't tripping over no light bandies, I make more
Codeine drinking, sipping, I ain't get it out the store
I got candy paint
Popping all these X's and these pills, I think I'ma faint
I'm that nigga Trap you heard about, lil nigga, I'ma saint
Thinking you can get off talking on me, nigga, nah you ain't
All this cash on me, I can't count it, need to calculate
I stay with my stick in my hand like I masturbate
How much money I got on me, I gotta make the racks today
F*ck it, know we headed to the hood, I gotta trap today
Pop a nigga with that Draco, leave 'em on that candy paint, candy paint
Stars on the roof, feel exotic, yeah yeah
Talking 'bout them racks, you switched the topic, yeah yeah
I make my money, ain't shit that can stop it, yeah yeah
You can make money moves without the money
Dropped the Audemars, it came 'bout a hundred
Money digital, I feel like I'm Sonny
Pussy want the smoke, lil nigga, lets run it
That bitch laugh at you, thinking you funny
Carats on me bouncing just like a bunny
I'm like a grizzly bear with the honey
Kill a nigga if he touch on my money
Ketamine, doing drugs, get the dope
F*ck the pussy bitch and she give me throat
Different level, nigga, feel like the goat
Traveling the world, I feel like the Pope
Dirty trap money made from the trench
Clean it, make it tidy using the soap
Diamonds stinking, shit done got a lil stench
Pendant way too heavy, breaking the rope
Breaking ropes, I'm breaking bitches V-Cards
I Got DMT and shrooms, shit done made me see stars
I got Cartier frames on me, I can see far
Codeine drinking, I got syrup, sipping hella lean, huh
All this syrup sipping, high as shit while serving fiends, huh
I can't be in front of my dawgs when I pop my beans, huh
Got a crazy childhood, crazy shit I seen, huh
I ain't tryna get rich alone, gotta bring my team, huh
I got candy paint
Popping all these X's and these pills, I think I'ma faint
I'm that nigga Trap you heard about, lil nigga, I'ma saint
Thinking you can get off talking on me, nigga, nah you ain't
All this cash on me, I can't count it, need to calculate
I stay with my stick in my hand like I masturbate
How much money I got on me, I gotta make the racks today
F*ck it, know we headed to the hood, I gotta trap today
Pop a nigga with that Draco, leave 'em on that candy paint
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English

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two hundred hoes put 'em in a xan zipper
Candy paint, I'm whipping candy at the shop, huh
Rolls dropped the top, I told the roof "Get divorced"
Phantom all black, f*ck it, switch it to the Porsche
Gas in my lungs, you can hear it in my voice
I was down bad, had to get it, no choice
You can keep that bag, that Chanel, that shit yours
You can keep that watch, that lil Cartier, that's yours
I ain't tripping over no light bandies, I make more
Codeine drinking, sipping, I ain't get it out the store
I got candy paint
Popping all these X's and these pills, I think I'ma faint
I'm that nigga Trap you heard about, lil nigga, I'ma saint
Thinking you can get off talking on me, nigga, nah you ain't
All this cash on me, I can't count it, need to calculate
I stay with my stick in my hand like I masturbate
How much money I got on me, I gotta make the racks today
F*ck it, know we headed to the hood, I gotta trap today
Pop a nigga with that Draco, leave 'em on that candy paint, candy paint
Stars on the roof, feel exotic, yeah yeah
Talking 'bout them racks, you switched the topic, yeah yeah
I make my money, ain't shit that can stop it, yeah yeah
You can make money moves without the money
Dropped the Audemars, it came 'bout a hundred
Money digital, I feel like I'm Sonny
Pussy want the smoke, lil nigga, lets run it
That bitch laugh at you, thinking you funny
Carats on me bouncing just like a bunny
I'm like a grizzly bear with the honey
Kill a nigga if he touch on my money
Ketamine, doing drugs, get the dope
F*ck the pussy bitch and she give me throat
Different level, nigga, feel like the goat
Traveling the world, I feel like the Pope
Dirty trap money made from the trench
Clean it, make it tidy using the soap
Diamonds stinking, shit done got a lil stench
Pendant way too heavy, breaking the rope
Breaking ropes, I'm breaking bitches V-Cards
I Got DMT and shrooms, shit done made me see stars
I got Cartier frames on me, I can see far
Codeine drinking, I got syrup, sipping hella lean, huh
All this syrup sipping, high as shit while serving fiends, huh
I can't be in front of my dawgs when I pop my beans, huh
Got a crazy childhood, crazy shit I seen, huh
I ain't tryna get rich alone, gotta bring my team, huh
I got candy paint
Popping all these X's and these pills, I think I'ma faint
I'm that nigga Trap you heard about, lil nigga, I'ma saint
Thinking you can get off talking on me, nigga, nah you ain't
All this cash on me, I can't count it, need to calculate
I stay with my stick in my hand like I masturbate
How much money I got on me, I gotta make the racks today
F*ck it, know we headed to the hood, I gotta trap today
Pop a nigga with that Draco, leave 'em on that candy paint
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Writer: Ali Shiri
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