But I gathered my philosophy From the moods of a silly song Yes, possibly I' m wrong Quite probably I' m wrong But even if I' m wrong Repeat 1-2-3-4-4
The place where donald trump would get his ass jumped Slavin at mickey d's for 4 bucks and a quarter And can't afford a big mac with a soda The biggest
them bodies and play my fucking game I sold my soul at an early age And now my hearts releasing daemons in a rage My eyes in a daze Evertime I close
get to the place where I'm begging for a lift Or I'll drown in the wonders and the was And I'll be your girl, if you say it's a gift And you give
lie And say america's some motherfuckin' apple pie Yo, you gotta be high to believe that You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
a, yeah Baby, in the heat of the night You know what to do, good love You got a, yeah, cherry pie, apple kisses Everything is cool It brings a flash
a 6 year Tony?s bout to come home DJ's a hustler JV keeps a gun on him Ben pissin a hallways mixed Got a nigga comin home to such a horrible stench
in my Chevy I'm so high I'm so high When I ride so high like my rims With a pint of dro, sittin' on 24's Matter of fact dat was a year ago Now, I'm
corner bout to pull a Meatball on ya Fully dressed like a hoe, and in my purse is a Calico Me and Lil Turk if you heard of a merger on a murder 50 G'z
a candy store And I'm a toddler You got me wantin' more and mo mo more and Your love,your love(yeah) {repeat 4x} Your love, your love {repeat 4x} {
little bastard with a two by four board That smashed into your Honda Accord With a 4 door Ford But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella The choppin a
let me see ya strip to ya bra and boy shorts I'm gritting my teeth like I need a pack of gum Apple bottoms got you looking like Bonita Apple Bum I'm
ill, cats kill Still black man holds nine, gotta chill star C-A.L.L.A.H, be the light of Shamar Work hard, Shamar, C-Cipher A.L.L.A.H Adapt bars snatch
gats on discount In the Navigator half sleep with beer on my breath If a nigga front play him to the left When it come to gettin dough or letting guns blow out a 4
But don't call me after midnight unless we havin sex, Don't ever assume nothin no man gone be a man, A groupie gone be a groupie, a fan gown be a fan,
, you'll be my magician girl. Back to the room, she put me on the chair. Just a touch of magic her jeans disappear. [Chorus:Candy Hill] Boy, I know a
you will be dismissed, Mike Jones [Hook - 2x] [Magno] It's Magno, I don't mind I let a stray bullet cross But if you got beef cool, I got the A-1 sauce You must forgot I pack a
a candy apple drop wit a glock in it First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it First I lean, then I rock (Mike