a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

2 liter leader - candee lyrics

[intro]
remember when that n-gg- wayne said “weed & syrup ’til i die matter of fact it’s gon’ k!ll me cause you ain’t”?
that’s how i’m feelin’ right now, that’s my mood right now
caption; mood (hahaha)

[hook]
aye i’m the 2 liter leader
po’ 2 o’s up for pimp c bruh
po’ another for the f-ck of it
one mo’ because you love the sh-t
the 2 liter leader
po’ 2 o’s up for pimp c bruh
po’ another for the f-ck of it
one mo’ because you love the sh-t

[bridge]
the 2 liter leader, salute him when you see him
tell them f-ck n-gg-s see ya boy i wouldn’t wanna be ya
i’m the 2 liter leader, salute him when you see him
tell them f-ck n-gg-s see ya boy i wouldn’t wanna be ya

[verse 1]
you could keep the internet we got these streets
my n-gg-s is finna chief in front the chief of police
may my n-gg-s rest in peace may yo n-gg-s rest in pieces
i capitalize on being a g
you say you puttin’ in work sh-t well n-gg- i’m at it too
i wouldn’t f-ck with 12 if you gave me a dime then added 2
i’m a n-gg- with att-tude comin’ straight out miami
can someone please explain i ain’t a rapper i’m the candy mane

*interruption*

[verse 2]
see we ain’t nothin’ alike boy i am who you pose to be
i’m 71 as can be, these beads mean mo’ than ya rosary
i can’t ever picture myself being k!lled by you
so i’m thinkin’ i’m jesus cause i’ma die by the juice
got these hoes in the palm of my hands
he a b-tch don’t call ’em a man
i swear these goofy n-gg-s belong in disney land
you be steady snitchin’ and you know that there’s a no-no
we don’t talk to the popo unless it’s mr. popo

[verse 3]
like i od’d off v–gr- n-gg- i’ma die hard
what you call a circle of south beach n-gg-s? a pie chart
i’m an outlaw, and wifey’s sibling can’t deny that
he wanna diss via twitter but you know i won’t reply back
they tried to infiltrate with fake so we brought back real
n-gg- say he in the field, yea, track & field
south florida n-gg- we ain’t got no chill
they want a description, dreads, tatts and a gold grill
we just slid on some n-gg-s now the crackas behind us
he tried to test my gangsta he got a f–

- candee lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular