Waka Flocka Flame Ft. Bun B & Ludacris – Candy Paint & Gold Teeth
Letra de Candy Paint & Gold Teeth de Waka Flocka Flame, Bun B y Ludacris
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
Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy spenders
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Candy Paint and Gold Teeth (x8)
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I'm in Riverdale on 85, at Annlers' eatin' some Soul Food
Clayton County attitude let me know if you down to
Party all night with my people
And if yo' a*s go hungry man them old folks they gon feed you
I bring drama like Sammy Sam, I'm so plain fly
Twista, Bumpin' Do or Die
Car clean no suit and tie
Ghetto boy like Willie D
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Cartier wood grains like I'm Pimp C, I hold the flame like Bun B
I ain't from the South that's Ludacris that country sh*t
Fish and grits, y'all full of bits, wet paint, big rims
You can't help, but done notice it, put the beat in it, dark tints
I'm coolin' it wit' my bad bit*h, she sick a*s sh*t not average
Country hell?, y'all in Riverdale where we at
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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
Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy spenders
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Man I'm sittin' low in my old school, and my locs is on, and I'm so cool
And my top is dropped, so there's no roof and I'm shinin' hard as 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 bit*h, Cadillac no Lexus bit*h
Where we ride on fours, this suicide doors that part no?plexis? bit*h
So you best not test us bit*h, cause we will get reckless bit*h
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Catch you on yo' block wit' that big black Glock take more than yo' necklace bit*h
Tell me who gon' check us, bit*h, we outside, down for the hood nig*a we gon' ride
My gladiators, yeah they go live wit' them AR's and them 4-5s
So watch yo' step, and know yo' place, you ain't trill don't show yo' face
Cause I'll pull and pop, and I'll catch a case, and I'll leave the scene wit' no trace
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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
Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy spenders
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Luda!
Fresh out the shop and the candy coated Cadillac stacked on amazin' wheels
Seats look like I hollered at the Reese's peanut butter company and made a deal
Trucks shakin' like jelly these honeys ready to check the spread
Cause I get that cheese, and I sandwich myself between the bread
So keep yo' mind on yo' riches, and get yo' hoes right
Cause in these streets you not safe unless yo' codes right
This southern living is like something you ain't never seen
Ask any hustler his favorite color is money green
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Blacked out tint white wall spinnin'
Lookin' for the ham hock neckbone, collard green, cornbread eatin' women
We some country a*s certified gangstas in the south
When you speak about who's hottest watch yo' motherfuck*ng mouth
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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
Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy spenders.
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Gunplay Ft. Ace Hood & Bun B – Black On Black
Letra de Black On Black de Gunplay, Ace Hood y Bun B
Okay now guess who's back
In a black Maybach
With a black card on me, better know it’s straight like that
My nig*a we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nig*a we black on black
Flag all black
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Put it all on that
My nig*as gon’ ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
One thing that’s fact I’m rich and black
I put black on the paint
I whip white in the sink
I put work on the pike
I ain’t scared of handcuffs and links
Only thing that petrify me is no money in bank
I'mma Chevy out there sprayin' bitch, I’ll jail bite the crank
I’m a shark out the tank, I don’t bark I just bite
Keep that K all day, don’t walk up on me I'll put that knife
All gold Dayton spokes strokin’ the pavement slow
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I did that ho a favor and she paid me back in throat
I told the kitchen they wasn’t cutting the loaf
Butcher knife on the shelf like, Where the fu*k the filet mignon
Take a close look at my face, the war paint is on
Stuck my dick in the world, now I’m raping this song, I'm wrong?
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Okay now guess who's back
In a black Maybach
With a black card on me, better know it’s straight like that
My nig*a we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nig*a we black on black
Flag all black
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Put it all on that
My nig*as gon’ ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
One thing that’s fact I’m rich and black
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Man I’m sitting in a black room dressed up in a black fit
I’m cleaning my black guns and loading my black clips
Count from one to fifty, that’s a fully loaded mag
I pick it all up and put it in a black bag
Put on my black gloves, put on my black mask
Pop my trunk and load it up and jump in my black Jag
Sipping on black Hennessy out of a black flask
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And best believe that I’m coming to get your black a*s
When I pull that Mac out, they know I’m finna black out
They start hitting fences, taking alley ways and the back route
I caught one of 'em slipping, but that thing up to his back
Pulled that trigger on that nig*a, and all he saw was black
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Okay now guess who's back
In a black Maybach
With a black card on me, better know it’s straight like that
My nig*a we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nig*a we black on black
Flag all black
Put it all on that
My nig*as gon’ ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
One thing that’s fact I’m rich and black
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Okay now black lil nig*a, in them all black denims
With a Mossberg pump that'll have them sleep in your liver
Better watch that shit that you say, my goons don’t play
That black Glock 9 never leave my side, no way
I keep that strap when I pray, even when I bow head to say grace
Any nig*a bring beef my way, better let that 4-4 spray
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Yeah nig*a that’s black on black, my whips all black
That Ghost don’t fold, them four Diablos on that
And I keep that black Louis bag, racks on racks
My bitch so bad, Chinese and black, yeah
I’m a wild young nig*a, getting rich off rap
My Rolex fitted, spent about sixty on that
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Okay now guess who's back
In a black Maybach
With a black card on me, better know it’s straight like that
My nig*a we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nig*a we black on black
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Flag all black
Put it all on that
My nig*as gon’ ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
One thing that’s fact I’m rich and black.
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