Yeah
This ain't ecstasy, this shit candy
Got another pack of Skittles in the fanny
Don't pop no perc though, nah I ain't no junkie
Shorty put in work, though, she come back with my money
Ratchet bitch, high off some candy
That girl my muse yeah yeah, call her Mandy
Ain't shit sweet, nah
She use her teeth, yeah
We off that Clicquot, you know we don't sip no Brandy
I don't tote no pole, nah I calculate the damage
Shorty let me hit it raw up in it like a savage
PTSD real dawg and all my brothers have it
So imma stay pushing these TEC's without no malice
From the city of jealousy, Project Prezzy wasn't cappin'
And it stay cold in the south end
I hope y'all don't get caught lackin'
Stayed paper chasin' as a yute
And now it's on to paper stacking
And I ain't touching no brakes til I'm up a few tax brackets
Ouu, she stack my money up
And then she down to f*ck
Johnny Moss gon' try my luck like
Ouu, that shorty know whassup
She off that purple stuff
And it's so sweet, like
This ain't ecstasy, this shit candy
Got another pack of Skittles in the fanny
Don't pop no perc though, nah I ain't no junkie
Shorty put in work, though, she come back with my money
Ratchet bitch, high off some candy
That girl my muse yeah yeah, call her Mandy
Ain't shit sweet, nah
She use her teeth, yeah
We off that Clicquot, you know we don't sip no Brandy
Yeah, I hit it from the back, dawg
Now I'm back I'm in my bag, dawg
I tell her reach and that's in caps lock
Have her whipping in that brand new Tesla
Got a side chick, imma text her
That's when my main bitch acting extra
She tryna ride, and I'm gon let her
I'm just gon' hit it then I pass, yeah
I ain't gon' preach, I ain't no pastor
She ain't coming back cause that's the past her
I'm smoking on them Backwoods with my last girl
She love to f*ck with rappers
I get it, I just be spending dough as I get it
VS1 on my neck and all of these dudes pathetic
I can see why their girls really f*ckin' with me
Get the diamond tester out
Let's see who really gon' beep
This ain't ecstasy, this shit candy
Got another pack of Skittles in the fanny
Don't pop no perc though, nah I ain't no junkie
Shorty put in work, though, she come back with my money
Ratchet bitch, high off some candy
That girl my muse yeah yeah, call her Mandy
Ain't shit sweet, nah
She use her teeth, yeah
We off that Clicquot, you know we don't sip no Brandy
CANDY Video (MV)
Performed By: Ghvstz & CGB
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Benjamin Cooligan, Conor Brisard
Ghvstz & CGB - CANDY Lyrics
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English
Yeah
This ain't ecstasy, this shit candy
Got another pack of Skittles in the fanny
Don't pop no perc though, nah I ain't no junkie
Shorty put in work, though, she come back with my money
Ratchet bitch, high off some candy
That girl my muse yeah yeah, call her Mandy
Ain't shit sweet, nah
She use her teeth, yeah
We off that Clicquot, you know we don't sip no Brandy
I don't tote no pole, nah I calculate the damage
Shorty let me hit it raw up in it like a savage
PTSD real dawg and all my brothers have it
So imma stay pushing these TEC's without no malice
From the city of jealousy, Project Prezzy wasn't cappin'
And it stay cold in the south end
I hope y'all don't get caught lackin'
Stayed paper chasin' as a yute
And now it's on to paper stacking
And I ain't touching no brakes til I'm up a few tax brackets
Ouu, she stack my money up
And then she down to f*ck
Johnny Moss gon' try my luck like
Ouu, that shorty know whassup
She off that purple stuff
And it's so sweet, like
This ain't ecstasy, this shit candy
Got another pack of Skittles in the fanny
Don't pop no perc though, nah I ain't no junkie
Shorty put in work, though, she come back with my money
Ratchet bitch, high off some candy
That girl my muse yeah yeah, call her Mandy
Ain't shit sweet, nah
She use her teeth, yeah
We off that Clicquot, you know we don't sip no Brandy
Yeah, I hit it from the back, dawg
Now I'm back I'm in my bag, dawg
I tell her reach and that's in caps lock
Have her whipping in that brand new Tesla
Got a side chick, imma text her
That's when my main bitch acting extra
She tryna ride, and I'm gon let her
I'm just gon' hit it then I pass, yeah
I ain't gon' preach, I ain't no pastor
She ain't coming back cause that's the past her
I'm smoking on them Backwoods with my last girl
She love to f*ck with rappers
I get it, I just be spending dough as I get it
VS1 on my neck and all of these dudes pathetic
I can see why their girls really f*ckin' with me
Get the diamond tester out
Let's see who really gon' beep
This ain't ecstasy, this shit candy
Got another pack of Skittles in the fanny
Don't pop no perc though, nah I ain't no junkie
Shorty put in work, though, she come back with my money
Ratchet bitch, high off some candy
That girl my muse yeah yeah, call her Mandy
Ain't shit sweet, nah
She use her teeth, yeah
We off that Clicquot, you know we don't sip no Brandy
This ain't ecstasy, this shit candy
Got another pack of Skittles in the fanny
Don't pop no perc though, nah I ain't no junkie
Shorty put in work, though, she come back with my money
Ratchet bitch, high off some candy
That girl my muse yeah yeah, call her Mandy
Ain't shit sweet, nah
She use her teeth, yeah
We off that Clicquot, you know we don't sip no Brandy
I don't tote no pole, nah I calculate the damage
Shorty let me hit it raw up in it like a savage
PTSD real dawg and all my brothers have it
So imma stay pushing these TEC's without no malice
From the city of jealousy, Project Prezzy wasn't cappin'
And it stay cold in the south end
I hope y'all don't get caught lackin'
Stayed paper chasin' as a yute
And now it's on to paper stacking
And I ain't touching no brakes til I'm up a few tax brackets
Ouu, she stack my money up
And then she down to f*ck
Johnny Moss gon' try my luck like
Ouu, that shorty know whassup
She off that purple stuff
And it's so sweet, like
This ain't ecstasy, this shit candy
Got another pack of Skittles in the fanny
Don't pop no perc though, nah I ain't no junkie
Shorty put in work, though, she come back with my money
Ratchet bitch, high off some candy
That girl my muse yeah yeah, call her Mandy
Ain't shit sweet, nah
She use her teeth, yeah
We off that Clicquot, you know we don't sip no Brandy
Yeah, I hit it from the back, dawg
Now I'm back I'm in my bag, dawg
I tell her reach and that's in caps lock
Have her whipping in that brand new Tesla
Got a side chick, imma text her
That's when my main bitch acting extra
She tryna ride, and I'm gon let her
I'm just gon' hit it then I pass, yeah
I ain't gon' preach, I ain't no pastor
She ain't coming back cause that's the past her
I'm smoking on them Backwoods with my last girl
She love to f*ck with rappers
I get it, I just be spending dough as I get it
VS1 on my neck and all of these dudes pathetic
I can see why their girls really f*ckin' with me
Get the diamond tester out
Let's see who really gon' beep
This ain't ecstasy, this shit candy
Got another pack of Skittles in the fanny
Don't pop no perc though, nah I ain't no junkie
Shorty put in work, though, she come back with my money
Ratchet bitch, high off some candy
That girl my muse yeah yeah, call her Mandy
Ain't shit sweet, nah
She use her teeth, yeah
We off that Clicquot, you know we don't sip no Brandy
Writer: Benjamin Cooligan, Conor Brisard
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