Lil Candy Brownie - Junky Mile Lyrics
Lil Candy Brownie - Junky Mile Lyrics
Puff puff pass dady style
For twenty on a junky mile
Make pussy lipsticks Make money
The game is my look how I ride
Still like a maniac of my classics
I give them another kind
Turn up the banger turn up the fender
I gonna kick and drop some fancy waves
And in my mouth I let poetry shooting
I get ocean flows and endless inspiration
I go spook out what I got on my mind
The fingers written golden state
I'm on the gate make the movie one
I got my one I got the crown
Independent with my business
Sitting bull over the bison's
Martin Luther he got I dream I got my
Listen the sound from the TEC-9
I got Brownie's in the pocket
While motherf*ckers ask me how i socket
One penury and end of the day they Shooting like bullet goof's
Wellington in my booth look me on the roof's
Shut the f*ck up that's a hole new different game
The prophecy pointed up and you were on the lanes
Let them sneak in their seeking
I'm cocking every penny candy for air drops
When they come over they meaning and freaking
Look how that pop out the pops When I pull up like a white cop
I need the world the world needs me
Say it again chain breaker
I need the world the world needs me
Game changer
Same player
I feed your deepest desire hot and fire
You make a pale face like Mac gayer
Ringing Bells Gang shit and a crew
Trash Can I gonna born something new
Jalousie come over they wish my color when they rapping
Switzerland finest chocolate I'm that thing
Black Music come from the boombox estate
When this come outside give them White Rabbits chuck berry cake
Money in My Money Money in my Mind
Colonial rule everybody blind
I put hip-hop there it was spinning the turntable
Burn down the one Billion label F*ck that Bullshit heavy metal
Delicacy i'n my legacy Lyrical zipper
A was bouncing on it since my mother's belly
Call me rocky I fight the ring with gladness
Gladiator like a Zulu I came from the stars
Feed the poor with some bars
Put spitfire in the car
On the road to sixty-six
Seventy Five flowers on a grab
I'm on my lab that's feels like a new SAB
Nineties chopsticks and machine fun
When I began to clean call me mister proper
I make beef steaks like a Hells Angels rocker
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Puff puff pass dady style
For twenty on a junky mile
Make pussy lipsticks Make money
The game is my look how I ride
Still like a maniac of my classics
I give them another kind
Turn up the banger turn up the fender
I gonna kick and drop some fancy waves
And in my mouth I let poetry shooting
I get ocean flows and endless inspiration
I go spook out what I got on my mind
The fingers written golden state
I'm on the gate make the movie one
I got my one I got the crown
Independent with my business
Sitting bull over the bison's
Martin Luther he got I dream I got my
Listen the sound from the TEC-9
I got Brownie's in the pocket
While motherf*ckers ask me how i socket
One penury and end of the day they Shooting like bullet goof's
Wellington in my booth look me on the roof's
Shut the f*ck up that's a hole new different game
The prophecy pointed up and you were on the lanes
Let them sneak in their seeking
I'm cocking every penny candy for air drops
When they come over they meaning and freaking
Look how that pop out the pops When I pull up like a white cop
I need the world the world needs me
Say it again chain breaker
I need the world the world needs me
Game changer
Same player
I feed your deepest desire hot and fire
You make a pale face like Mac gayer
Ringing Bells Gang shit and a crew
Trash Can I gonna born something new
Jalousie come over they wish my color when they rapping
Switzerland finest chocolate I'm that thing
Black Music come from the boombox estate
When this come outside give them White Rabbits chuck berry cake
Money in My Money Money in my Mind
Colonial rule everybody blind
I put hip-hop there it was spinning the turntable
Burn down the one Billion label F*ck that Bullshit heavy metal
Delicacy i'n my legacy Lyrical zipper
A was bouncing on it since my mother's belly
Call me rocky I fight the ring with gladness
Gladiator like a Zulu I came from the stars
Feed the poor with some bars
Put spitfire in the car
On the road to sixty-six
Seventy Five flowers on a grab
I'm on my lab that's feels like a new SAB
Nineties chopsticks and machine fun
When I began to clean call me mister proper
I make beef steaks like a Hells Angels rocker
For twenty on a junky mile
Make pussy lipsticks Make money
The game is my look how I ride
Still like a maniac of my classics
I give them another kind
Turn up the banger turn up the fender
I gonna kick and drop some fancy waves
And in my mouth I let poetry shooting
I get ocean flows and endless inspiration
I go spook out what I got on my mind
The fingers written golden state
I'm on the gate make the movie one
I got my one I got the crown
Independent with my business
Sitting bull over the bison's
Martin Luther he got I dream I got my
Listen the sound from the TEC-9
I got Brownie's in the pocket
While motherf*ckers ask me how i socket
One penury and end of the day they Shooting like bullet goof's
Wellington in my booth look me on the roof's
Shut the f*ck up that's a hole new different game
The prophecy pointed up and you were on the lanes
Let them sneak in their seeking
I'm cocking every penny candy for air drops
When they come over they meaning and freaking
Look how that pop out the pops When I pull up like a white cop
I need the world the world needs me
Say it again chain breaker
I need the world the world needs me
Game changer
Same player
I feed your deepest desire hot and fire
You make a pale face like Mac gayer
Ringing Bells Gang shit and a crew
Trash Can I gonna born something new
Jalousie come over they wish my color when they rapping
Switzerland finest chocolate I'm that thing
Black Music come from the boombox estate
When this come outside give them White Rabbits chuck berry cake
Money in My Money Money in my Mind
Colonial rule everybody blind
I put hip-hop there it was spinning the turntable
Burn down the one Billion label F*ck that Bullshit heavy metal
Delicacy i'n my legacy Lyrical zipper
A was bouncing on it since my mother's belly
Call me rocky I fight the ring with gladness
Gladiator like a Zulu I came from the stars
Feed the poor with some bars
Put spitfire in the car
On the road to sixty-six
Seventy Five flowers on a grab
I'm on my lab that's feels like a new SAB
Nineties chopsticks and machine fun
When I began to clean call me mister proper
I make beef steaks like a Hells Angels rocker
Performed By: Lil Candy Brownie
Featuring: E Goud, Cedric Lamy, Kossi Jonathan Zürcher
Language: English
Length: 2:32