Slim Thug - Cocaine lyrics

Selling c**aine, coming down candy. When I see your b**h in the mall she call me daddy. [x2] Alright, P Pimp in the trunk rode in neons. Old school steel blowing snow full of freon. I pissin on you peons, p**y n***as tryin to sue me. Fans watching my every move like they watching a movie. A American gangsta live in the flesh and the sh** I'm selling like blue magic. It's the best, yes. p**y n***as best to best up they chest cause as soon as we catch em slipping we gon put that hoe to rest. I put that on the text, n***as think the boss is soft. n***a gon make em bring the old boss out. No drought in my city, if you need it we got plenty. Call me Cocaine Tony, out the A, f** women. Selling c**aine, coming down candy. When I see your b**h in the mall she call me daddy. [x2] You can catch me at the stinda steak, thirty dollar night. One more night before the first, that's a Tupac type of night. This b**h bad, I shouldn't hit her. I'ma hit her a** tonight. I'ma whip it, I'ma whip it, I'ma whip it til it's right. I'm D-O-P-E, yeah that's me. Everybody know G sling that coco lean. Catch me, n***a whippin at my sister too. Talkin bout no Chevy when I say I win by sixty-two. Do it to a four, I put fours on that b**h. Thirty-five hundred, get your four in a split. Y'all know G know that b**h, I taught that hoe how to swim. I took b**h script the diamond Lil Kim. Selling c**aine, coming down candy. When I see your b**h in the mall she call me daddy. [x2] Draked up but I'm dripped out. Man I've been there for like twenty. Choppers, droppers, and boppers, playa I had plenty. Been heavy in these streets for damn near a couple decades. Hustler in the grinder man, all I do is get paid. All I do is get laid. Kirby see a dimes, man all my slab get sprayed. So candy paint and shine, got money on my mind. Got bread up in my brain, cash is all up in my conscious. Partner, I need it man. See me and Slim Thug run daily, sell d**. Riding hard for our squads, f** n***as catching slugs. Balls talking Bun B, ninety-eighters and them boys in blue. We ain't gots to tell ya what them boys'll do. Selling c**aine, coming down candy. When I see your b**h in the mall she call me daddy. [x2]