WAKA FLOCKA FLAME

WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Candy Paint & Gold Teeth lyrics

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I'm from the south Southern Hospitality

Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners

I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business

Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders

Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth (x8)

I'm in Riverdale on 85, at Annlers's eatin' sum' Soul Food

County attitude let me know if you down to

Party all night wit' my people

And if yo' ass go hungry man them hobo's they go feed you

I bring Drama like Sammy Sam I'm so point five Twista, Bun

Do or Die car clean no suit and tie

Ghetto boy like Willie G, Cuttier wood grains like I'm Bill see, I hold the

Flame like Bun B

I ain't from the South that's Ludacris that's country shit fish grease

Yall full of bits, wet paint, big reels, you can't help, but done notice it

When the beat is in dark shit, so coolin' it wit' my van

Sickest shit that I have

Country hell a little Mayonaise, yall' in Riverdale where we at

I'm from the south Southern Hospitality

Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners

I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business

Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders

Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth (x8)

And I'm sittin' low in my old school, and my loces on, and I'm so cool

And my top it drops, and there's no roof

When I'm shinin' on it's my gold tooth

I'm trill as hell, and I'm heavy set

Pray to the Lord, but don't get it bent

I'm from the Hood, and I represent, and I turn it up like the deficit

I'm from Texas (Texas), Cadillac no Lexus (no Lexus)

What we ride on four suicide doors, and park no places

So you best not test us (test us) cuz' we'll get reckless

Catch you on yo' block wit' that big black glock take part of yo' necklace

(Necklace)

Tell me who gon' check (check) we outside down for the hood we gon' ride

My gladiater's, yeah they go live wit' them dayton's and them 4

So watch yo' step, and know yo' place, you ain't trill don't show yo' face

Cause I'll pull that --, and I'll catch a case, and I'll leave the scene

Wit' no trace

I'm from the south Southern Hospitality

Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners

I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business

Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders

Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth (x8)

Luda!

Fresh out the shop and the candy coated Cadillac stacked on amazin' wheels

Seats look like I hollered at the Reeces peanut butter cup, and then made a

Deal

Trucks shakin' like jellied honey's ready to check the spread

Cuz' I get that cheese, and I sandwich myself between the bread

So keep yo' mind on yo' riches, and get yo' hoes right

Cuz' in these streets you not safe unless yo' codes right

Your southern living is like something you ain't never seen

Ask any hustler his favorite color is money green

Blacked out tint white wall spinnin'

Lookin' for the neckbone, hamhock, collard green, cornbread eatin' women

We sum country certified gangsta's in the south

When you speak about who's hottest watch yo' (watch yo') mouth

I'm from the south Southern Hospitality

Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners

I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business

Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders

Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth (x8)

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