Candyland Lyrics

I see a little silhouette of a man

Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand

Fixing all these bitches they call me the handyman

She want lollipop I take that bitch to Candyland

I sip on that bitch like its brandy

I'm up in her crack like some panties

But I'm not the one to go fuck with these hoes so I blow off that bitch like a hanky

Now she wanna eat up the candy

She poppin' that pussy like Xannies

Nah I ain't related to none of these bitches

But they keep on calling me daddy

See I'm in the back with a baddie

Stacking it up in the pantry

Packing the fax like a fanny

I just made another one, I take the beat and I'm chopping it up like I'm Sandy

See I got the pink like a pansy

I give her the dick cuz she nasty

And I'm in the club and I'm minding my myself but she pulled me up to go dancing

But I got a bitch who I love so I these hoes gotta know that they ain't got a chance b

And I go from the front to the back like I'm shifting the gears so that they cannot pass me

My dick in the face now she can't see

Put that bitch in her place cuz she trashy

See my bitch an artist, she looking so thick, and she drool on my dick like she Nancy

Bitch you know I'm running this shit like I gotta motherfucking Fitbit

Why you asking me to click pics of my dick bitch

Sucking on my dick tip

Said no when she wanted to visit

Motion, she just wanted the physics

Yeah my flow is so vicious

She hear the lyrics then do the mischief

Every time I kill shit ye

I see a little silhouette of a man

Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand

Fixing all these bitches they call me the handyman

She want lollipop I take that bitch to candy land

I see a little silhouette of a man

Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand

Fixing all these bitches they call me the handyman

She want lollipop I take that bitch to Candyland

Skaramoushe skaramoushe

Lil bitch you gonna lose

I got that fire when I step in the booth

I spit so hard finna knock out ya tooth

Imma kill this beat, two times, too high

Hit em with a few rhymes, I'm too fly

In the industry

Do you think that you mean shit to me

Lil boy you is a bitch to me

Cuz I'm on top of your body like a tombstone

Got a new phone, cuz your bitch got a new tone

Got a few bones, told my dogs they can chew on

Gotta cruise on, on few songs, like I'm Crusoe

You should get the news bro

Every time I hit the beat I turn into a motherfucking killer, call me dolla dolla biller, when I'm racking up the pillars I'mma kill em with ma lyrical triggers cuz I'm a winner

I'm too fast for the mic got my head on a pike cuz I'm dead on the side

Wake up in the morning got the bread on my mind

Spitting gunshots cuz I got the lead on the mic

You don't want beef in the first place

Got a patty cake last Thursday

Every time I hit the beat I cause a fucking earthquake

Throw it back just like a childhood birthday okay ye

I need a graveyard for the beats that I kill

Finna save y'all when I reach for the mills

Call me a priest when I'm spitting these sermons

I swear to God they do not teach what I spill

I hit a lick no runner

Gotta a lil baby no gunna

Everybody watching my come up

Jump on the beat go busta

One, two, three, four Gianni

I see a little silhouette of a man

Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand

Fixing all these bitches they call me the handyman

She want lollipop I take that bitch to Candyland

I see a little silhouette of a man

Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand

Fixing all these bitches they call me the handyman

She want lollipop I take that bitch to Candyland