🎵 Candy Shop // by Curly Savv

2 ContributorsCandy Shop Lyrics [intro] Gllah Gllah, gllah, gllah, gllah, Glocky, huh Uh, look Turn my shit up, like Look (Gllah) [Chorus] This ain't a candy shop (Candy shop) But I make her panties drop (Drop) Lil' mama, I can't be stopped (Nah) I keep the tool like a handybox (Gllah, gllah) Bad bitch wit' me like Brandi Love (Brandi) She a freak, she a nasty thot (She a freak) We don't talk 'bout the man he popped (Why?) Niggas act like they can't be shot, look (Gllah) Listen, baby, I'm a gentleman (Gentleman) Steady buggin', got too much adrenaline (Buggin') I'm too fly, I feel like a pelican (Fly) If we slide, we ain't leavin' no evidence (Skrrt) Up that chop', make your heart stop (Up that) Came from the School of the Hard Knocks (Hard Knocks) [?] got the car lot (Skrrt, look, uh) Yeah, yeah [Verse] We make it lit in a heartbeat (Heartbeat) So many chops, we like the army (Army) I'm in the spot with a lotta Barbies (Barbies) That's what I call her a parties (Woo) She got the WAP, gonna call her Cardi (Cardi) Drop on me, that's a 'Rari Got a thot wit' me givin' slap to me She gon' [?] [?] know who to fuck with (Glocky) Big dog, I'm not wit' the fuck shit (Gllah) He started runnin' and I ain't even dump it (Where you goin'?) Broomstick hit him, he dusted I feel like bustin', shorty, let me touch it But you better not post me in public I Chanel her and she let me fuck it Yeah, yeah [?] you know what I tell her Drop a [?], I need twenty or better My lil' baddie, she down for whatever And she ride it, [?] (Nah) I got bitches all over the states I could pick anyone for the date She got hit wit' the magic stick Now she keep tellin' me that she wanna stay Ha, man [Chorus] This ain't a candy shop (Candy shop) But I make her panties drop (Drop) Lil' mama, I can't be stopped (Nah) I keep the tool like a handybox (Gllah, gllah) Bad bitch wit' me like Brandi Love (Brandi) She a freak, she a nasty thot (She a freak) We don't talk 'bout the man he popped (Why?) Niggas act like they can't be shot, look (Gllah) Listen, baby, I'm a gentleman (Gentleman) Steady buggin', got too much adrenaline (Buggin') I'm too fly, I feel like a pelican (Fly) If we slide, we ain't leavin' no evidence (Skrrt) Up that chop', make your heart stop (Up that) Came from the School of the Hard Knocks (Hard Knocks) [?] got the car lot (Skrrt) Yeah, yeah