Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown - Candy

rate me

I taste just like candy, candy

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

Yo now let me paint y'all a picture

Fox pimp hard, quiet just like a whisper

Don't get it mixed up

Bad little sista

Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good

Damn I'm so hood

You should see me in them jeans

It's hard to describe and

Being cocky is just a part of the vibe

I might stop and holla and pop my colla

Maybe a little conceited but that's always needed

Love attention when I'm passing by

And I show a little cleavage and I catch his eye

Just the thought of him eating, I was outside soaking

Duke standing locing, mouth wide open

I walked over, licking my lips

And adjusting my tits and switching my hips

Shit he threw his hand on my waist

Looked in my face and said he wanna know how I taste

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

Now just imagine me nude, stretched out

Be all over the news if this gets out

So bad that the press might ban me

Now how bad you wanna know if I'm sweeter then candy

What would you risk? Would you put up the car?

Taste my na na in the rain on the hood of your car

Or the back of the plane

Nipples all out, bent over the sink with my panties in your mouth

When my dark skin complexion steps in

Won't take no questions to get him and uh

The thought of Fox give men erections

And get real stiff at the sight of my tits

Now we can role play

You be the pilot, I'll be the stewardess

Boy I ain't knew to this

When I lay on my stomach and throw my legs back

Y'all probably won't know how to act

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I'm real sweet like a candy corn

I'm in your thoughts late night when your boys are gone

Picture me, t-shirt, no panties on

Or maybe topless, homie I'm priceless boy

The kind of girl that love to talk shit

'Specially when I'm on top

The whole show stop

Even though I'm sweet

Ain't nothin' sweet

Let me know when you're ready to eat

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me

I taste just like candy

So dance with me...

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