Waka Flocka Flame – Candy Paint & Gold Teeth

Letra de Candy Paint & Gold Teeth de Waka Flocka Flame

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's eatin' some Soul Food
Clay County attitude let me know if you down to
Party all night with my people
And if yo' ass go hungry man them old folks they gon feed you
I bring Drama like Yosemite Sam I'm so point five, Twista, Bumpin'
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 sh*t fish grease
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Yall 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 ass shit not average
Country hell a little Mayonaise, yall' 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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And I'm sittin' low in my old school, and my loces on, and I'm so cool
And my top it drops, 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
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What we ride on four suicide doors, and park no places bit*h
So you best not test us bit*h cuz' we'll get reckless bit*h
Catch you on yo' block wit' that big black Glock take part of yo' necklace bit*h
Tell me who gon' check this, bit*h, we outside, down for the hood nig*a we gon' ride
My gladiator's, yeah they go live wit' them AR's and them 4-5s
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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

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 Reeces peanut butter company and made a deal
Trucks shakin' like jellied these 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
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Cuz' 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
Blacked out tint white wall spinnin'
Lookin' for the ham hock neckbone, collard green, cornbread eatin' women
We some country ass certified gangsta's in the south
When you speak about who's hottest watch yo' motherfucking 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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