Lletres:
Cold Wet Candy

drumroll, please. wet, cold candy, clinking up these bare stairs a sweet pitter patter of sublime primitive rhythm, sunlight dances, the most playful

noise hypnotic and tribal brass buttons and knobs, melting together, as taut cat whiskers pulse. an angry snake, devours its mouse a la mode tail shaking

be the one to take a fuckin loss, 26 up in this bitch been jammin, niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin, niggas hit the sand on the candy and them

package Go-go boots from the stage to the cage California wild fire, hot in a rage Check her Facebook page, video upload My number one hina, so damn throw, so damn cold Candy

y'all, that's right [Verse 1: Trick] I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby Dubs or better, candy

corners on em, man) Cand-Candy coated, Bendin Corners, Fif-Fifth wheelin' Cand-Candy coated, Bendin Corners, Fif-Fifth wheelin Cand-Candy coated, Bendin

you can be livin' it up Shit I parts with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold

and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy-painted car on swang

skin if you care I sit in the corner of the room Cross legged and quiet, filled with doom I never ever liked the smell in here It's cold and wet and