Candy Rain (Old RnB) Lyrics

I tell every bitch that enter no pictures

Why you gotta document everything

My momma pray for me cause I'm a sinner

I told her I'll change but I'll never change

This chop got soul for real, feel the candy rain

If I made what you niggas made, I'd be ashamed

I drive sport cars and coupes, I don't like escalades

Niggas be 50 and broke, you don't like getting paid

Let me guess, the ice real its just the gold fake

Niggas words don't hold no weight cause they ain't hold no Pape

When the chopper kick, who you gon' run to? You cannot Xscape

Niggas losers driving Ford Fusions, I wouldn't even push it str8

I need a mid-engined German i6 or something

Gore Corp like I'm outdoors but this is not for hunting

It's a 911, turn the key, not push the button

I don't play niggas music, put on some R&B or something

Yeah, my name's Shai but I'm not one of them singing niggas

At Somerset, catch me skywalking, I put the beam on niggas

I just got paid its Friday night, the chopper sing to niggas

It's gon' be me and you gone, I'm Nsync with niggas

If I see a lick, Im up you down I'm on smooth as silk on niggas

All day anning' up on bottles getting pilled with niggas

What you need, I can get anything from pints to pills for niggas

Don't ask to owe me, I'm already giving out deals, my nigga

I tell every bitch that enter no pictures

Why you gotta document everything

My mama pray for me cause I'm a sinner

I told her I'll change but I'll never change

This chopper got soul for real, feel the candy rain

If I made what you niggas made, I'd be ashamed

I drive sport cars and coupes, I don't like Escalades

Niggas like 50 and broke, you don't like getting paid

This chopper got sold for real, feel the candy rain

If I made what you made, I'd be ashamed

When the chop kick, who you gon' run to? You cannot Xscape

Let me guess, all of the ice real, just a gold fake

Glock sing like the old Miguel I make the pussy tell me it's mine

I like dimes I wouldn't even sleep with a nine

I'll have a B at 39, shit, I think I'm LeBron

The old Kane, I done came in with fire

Stay in your lane, it's only foreigns in ours

I really raised niggas, I ain't got time to watch power

Keep the fake love, I don't need nobody flowers

.xyz all in my browser

Loan one identity, it take like three hours

In the store, I'm a magician, but I really got powers

Bitch, before you get this dick, you gotta pay for the product

Coke

I tell every bitch to enter no pictures All you gotta document everything

My mama pray for me, cause I'm a sinner I told her I would change, but I would never change

This chopper got sold for real, feel the candy rain

This chopper got sold for real, feel the candy rain

COKE