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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Candy Paint
Lil Candy Paint
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Jenkins
Kevin Jenkins
Composer

Lyrics

(Fuck)
(Fuck)
(Fuck)
(Uh, uh, uh)
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Yup)
(Hey, hey)
(Hey)
Just down back, young ****, I was starvin'
House big as fuck in the hills, no apartments
Now I'm laughin' at these **** (Ee!)
God damn, like they Martin
(Ha, ha, ha-ha, ha)
Put the joke on them
(Ha, ha, ha-ha, ha, ha, ha)
'Cause they laugh way too hard, man
Run me MVP, uh-huh, James Harden
Big bro wearin' shit
Uh-huh, and he gon' sparkle (Rrra)
Always shinin' bright
Diamonds shine in the dark (Ee!)
(Shine bright in the darkness)
Let a **** say I'm losin'
Hell naw, ****, hardly (No, no)
You can hear me down the street (Ooh)
Hell cat, not no Harley
(Harley, Harley, Harley)
I got demons in me, baby
But I'm never saying sorry
(Nope, nope)
And my voice gon' live forever
So, these **** cannot harm me
I stay dripped up in that Vlone
Waitin' on my car from Barney (Brrr, brrr)
I love Benihana, I stay eattin' calamari (Oh, oh)
You ain't hurt nobody?
How the fuck you gon' come harm me?
My gang big body (Big, big body, ****)
Your boy strapped just like the army (Army)
I'm the sauce of bread
My gang supposed to guard me (****)
Come on with that gangster shit
Gucci fit from Barneys (Nobody)
I didn't mean to take his bitch
But, oh well, she was around me (Around me)
And she like a ****'s style, now she wanna style me (Style me)
And I woke up drippin' swag, clean up on isle 3 (Isle 3)
Rockin' all that fake shit
Where you get that round 3? (Round 3)
All my **** 'bout that cake
Nonetheless, then a piece (Then a piece)
I might hop out wit 'em (Wit 'em)
A.R. choppa split 'em (Split 'em)
He want some smoke then get up (Get up)
Then have my **** get 'em (Get 'em)
Hop out pick em', end em' (End 'em)
Tr-, Tr-,Tropicana (-Cana, -cana)
Heart hid in Atlanta (Atlanta)
But I'm not no dancer (No dancer)
I hit hard like hammer (Hammer)
What's this in that jammer? (Jammer)
(Oh)
Now I need that phantom (Phantom)
(Oh)
From codeine to scammers (Scammers)
(Oh)
Made it out the dirt (Dirt)
(Oh)
Had to make it work (Work)
(Oh)
Momma ain't raise no bitch (No bitch)
But I ain't go to church (No church)
Grandma taught me worth (Worth)
Told me, "Go to work" (Work)
I ain't want no 9 to 5
So, I made this rap shit work (Aye)
Just down back, young ****, I was starvin'
House big as fuck in the hills, no apartments
Now I'm laughin' at these **** (Ee!)
God damn, like they Martin
(Ha, ha, ha-ha, ha)
Put the joke on them
(Ha, ha, ha-ha, ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha)
'Cause they laugh way too hard, man
Run me MVP, uh-huh, James Harden
Big bro wearin' shit
Uh-huh, and he gon' sparkle (Rrra)
Always shinin' bright (Ah!)
Diamonds shine in the dark
(Shine bright in the darkness)
Let a **** say I'm losin' (Ee-ah!)
Hell naw, ****, hardly (No, no)
You can hear me down the street
Hell cat, not no Harley
(Hell cat, not no Harley!)
I got demons in me, baby
But I'm never saying sorry (No, no sorry!)
And my voice gon' live forever
So these **** can not harm me
I stay dripped up in that Vlone
Waitin' on my car from Barney (Brrr, brrr)
I love Benihana, I stay eatin' calamari (Oh, oh)
You ain't hurt nobody?
How the fuck you gon' come harm me?
My gang big body (Big body, ****)
Your boy strapped just like the army (Army)
I'm the sauce of bread (Bread)
My gang supposed to guard me (****)
Yo, hey
I was starvin'
(Bee, bee-bee, bee, bee, bee-bee, bee)
(Ee!)
(Ha, ha, ha-ha, ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha, ha, ha)
(Bee, bee-bee, bee, bee, bee-bee, bee)
James Harden!
Rrra!
(Bee, bee-bee, bee, bee, bee-bee, bee)
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh)
(Be!)
(Nope, nope)
(Bee, bee)
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh)
(Uh-uh-uh)
Nope, nope
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh)
Cannot harm me!
Well, you know, brrr, brrr
Uh, uh
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh)
'Not harm me, ****
Body big, ****
Army, ****
Guard me, ****
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Written by: Kevin Jenkins
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