Gucci Mane - Candy Lady (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Wassup flocka, wassup juice

Joey, wooh, frenchie

Man we got so much money

We don't know what to do w/ this shit man

Whip my ass w/ hundreds

Buggers on the money

Blow my nose w/ the money

It's Gucci, it's the burr burr burrpint 3

Getting kinda cold in here, iced

Out drinkin ' a cold soda chillen in the ac

Hoppin ' out the igloo

In austria east atlanta

Candy lady daisy

Whippin up a baby

It's a street brawl &

My baby brought the razor

... got my truck roller skatin

Early in the morning

Lots of... grits & bacon

Baby girl one hundred

She don't do no fakin '

Bought my girl a bag &

She brought me back a AR

Now she the kinda girl that a nigga like

Always beat it up so she call me ike

Candy lady take the niggas out to candy land

She got you spending all your money like a cieling fan

GO, glock 4-5 fully loaded clip

BAH, don't think that she gone go pull it

And she let it rip

She say she like my chain

She want the samethang

So she got the bird w/ the pink rings

See she type a girl that a nigga like

When shit jump off she'll help a nigga fight

She more than lover she more like a sister

I buy her a bag she buy me a pistol

It's early in the morning she what I'm whippin

And when she call that, I call it homes cookin

See that's my old lady, she drive me crazy

But the homies in the hood call her a

Candy lady

Bust up in this fuckin bitch

Flocka need a bad bitch

One night stand baby we can have a marriage

Green chain cabbage lil ' shawty not yo average

Light, thick, cute OH MY GOD

Jump in my car... I can make you a star

Swagg to the roof waka flame he the truth

Got goons that's gone shoot

Tell yo man to bag back, all that flirtin

Can a nigga stab that, she said

She diggin ' me she said she feelin ' me

I'm so fuckin hot I burned her to the 3rd degree

He so industry I'm so fuckin ' hood

Blowing purple tree & it taste so fuckin ' good

See she type a girl that a nigga like

When shit jump off she'll help a nigga fight

She more than lover she more like a sister

I buy her a bag she buy me a pistol

It's early in the morning she what I'm whippin

And when she call that, I call it homes cookin

See that's my old lady, she drive me crazy

But the homies in the hood call her a

Candy lady

Baby girl my sister, better off my bestfriend

Cause if I hop up on a nigga bet she jumpin ' in

Fuck a nickle bag, keylod she shiftin ' in

I ask her four or five pounds & she bring me ten

That's why I follow her, she don't want tolapia

I give her a cheeseburger and promise not

To lie to her, born in the south, if I got locked

She'll get money from all of my side bitches

And bail a nigga out, that's why I call her my main

Squeeze in the drop w/ that cool breeze

When I see her I freeze I like to watch her like hd

Yeah that's my baby, no beyonce or jay-z

She'll walk up on you & rock a bye baby

See she type a girl that a nigga like

When shit jump off she'll help a nigga fight

She more than lover she more like a sister

I buy her a bag she buy me a pistol

It's early in the morning she what I'm whippin

And when she call that, I call it homes cookin

See that's my old lady, she drive me crazy

But the homies in the hood call her a

Candy lady