CANDYMAN🐝
Im really not worried about anyone else Thing gravy till I start bucking shells You pushin my sawed off to send you to hell All of this working I put in myself Dont let me hear you say you part a cartel, Yo head In the house and yo body in motel Go ahead and send his fuckin finger through mail That story you telling it really dont sell. The shit that you selling not fishscale I really got no time to waste in a cell I've never heard that my missions a fail Shoot up his Chevelle Nobody visit yo grave cus it smell Remember my line from the Candyman Tale You can't even tell The smell of the iron , The body in their Its Bloody in their. Death had an affair , with life in the stairs & I really dont care, Yo family part of it Shoot up his artery They'll get heart attack Guess you call it that I want my money bag Call it a robbery Black on black armory Dont make it hard for me, Faces get bloody or watery As Long as I'm getting my lottery Nigga dont fallow me Things get 70's everything powdery O G's are proud of me I am a gunslinger from Texas I am a gunslinger from Texas The best of the best , You could be rocking a vest , & im aiming for heads, leaving yo fam with pain in the chest, And I'm claiming the throne While yo body in bones Right Under the stones I'm always alone D Town to the bone Nawf Side till I'm gone, Maple is in the song. Aka Candyman made the song.
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Im really not worried about anyone else Thing gravy till I start bucking shells You pushin my sawed off to send you to hell All of this working I put in myself Dont let me hear you say you part a cartel, Yo head In the house and yo body in motel Go ahead and send his fuckin finger through mail That story you telling it really dont sell. The shit that you selling not fishscale I really got no time to waste in a cell I've never heard that my missions a fail Shoot up his Chevelle Nobody visit yo grave cus it smell Remember my line from the Candyman Tale You can't even tell The smell of the iron , The body in their Its Bloody in their. Death had an affair , with life in the stairs & I really dont care, Yo family part of it Shoot up his artery They'll get heart attack Guess you call it that I want my money bag Call it a robbery Black on black armory Dont make it hard for me, Faces get bloody or watery As Long as I'm getting my lottery Nigga dont fallow me Things get 70's everything powdery O G's are proud of me I am a gunslinger from Texas The best of the best , You could be rocking a vest , & im aiming for heads, leaving yo fam with pain in the chest, And I'm claiming the throne While yo body in bones Right Under the stones I'm always alone D Town to the bone Nawf Side till I'm gone, Maple is in the song.