Blackbear - candayapple lyrics
[Intro: blackbear] blackbear sound [Chorus: blackbear] Uh, I’ma pull up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes Flex on all my exes like, “Hey ladies, hey ladies” Hey girl what’s up, I’ma pour this drink up with some soda Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes Flex on all my exes like, “Hey ladies” Hey girl, what’s up [Verse 2: Paul Wall] What’s up, can I get an ice Coke? Soda screwed up the rice though Perperet love, I like money Big mopo, no scrub I’m the president of the Drake club Pharmacist’s line want new plug Dimepiece wanna rub my nut Strapped with a rubber, no glove, no love Take her to the bathroom, then undress Pour codeine all over your chest Let me confess, take you on a quest On a life on the west and I come from Tex Sippin’ on a cup to relieve stress When you’re with me, it’s always the best I make all the rest seem like a pest But there’s only one Paul Wall I guess Candy apple fake gold With a trade poll Cost me about 4k pesos Blackbear came through with a J-Lo My day one, booty softer than Play-Doh Lay low as I pour up slow Stay true, I never fold Game cold, that thing is swole Don’t mind me, I’m getting thrown [Chorus: blackbear] Uh, I’ma pull up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes Flex on all my exes like, “Hey ladies, hey ladies” Hey girl what’s up, I’ma pour this drink up with some soda Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes Flex on all my exes like, “Hey ladies” Hey girl, what’s up [Verse 2: blackbear] I’ma show up, show up Hypnotic with the henny paint marauder Call me daddy, you would think that b**h my daughter She my accessory, you know that I’ma flaunt her That b**h so bad that you would think that she a Jenner Tell these hoes that I ain’t really ’bout that drama Got less money, got a count, it’s just the counter Look at the tags, how many lay down per bag When I’m feelin’ sad, I just start countin’ my cash Pocket and grab [Chorus: blackbear] Uh, I’ma pull up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes Flex on all my exes like, “Hey ladies, hey ladies” Hey girl what’s up, I’ma pour this drink up with some soda Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes Flex on all my exes like, “Hey ladies” Hey girl, what’s up [Verse 3: RiFF RAFF] I don’t know what they callin’ for Sippin’ drink outside of Baltimore Got me a house way out the Sugarland Sippin’ codeine, I forgot my plans Purple stains over my Robin pants Prayin’ for the Jack got me feeling like Gucci I pour forward for the manfazine Pull up on the scene with a crease in my jeans There’s a kid in matte black, emcee, and backpack Sippin’ codeine, I forgot my plans Heard a kid in matte black, emcee, and backpack Sippin’ codeine, I forgot my plans Purple stains over my Robin pants Prayin’ for the Jack got me feeling like Gucci I pour forward for the manfazine Pull up on the scene with a crease in my jeans [Chorus: blackbear] Uh, I’ma pull up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes Flex on all my exes like, “Hey ladies, hey ladies” Hey girl what’s up, I’ma pour this drink up with some soda Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes Flex on all my exes like, “Hey ladies” Hey girl, what’s up [Outro: RiFF RAFF] I don’t know what they callin’ for Sippin’ drink outside of Baltimore Got me a house way out the Sugarland Sippin’ codeine, I forgot my plans I don’t know what they callin’ for Sippin’ drink outside of Baltimore Got me a house way out the Sugarland Sippin’ codeine, I forgot my plans