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back 2 da basics (intro) - kandie lyrics

[intro]
huh?
i ain’t the hottest rap b*tch?
what, the f*ck?
well what do you call rap then? (hottest)
f*ck outta here (blunts and bundles)

[verse 1]
um, here we go (go), back to the basics
i like to get money and sit on n*ggas faces (ou, faces)
ya boi kandie with a capital k, sis
hottest rap b*tch i [?] a beat like my lace, sis
here we go, a bad b*tch the n*ggas fear me tho’ (ou)
cause i milk n*ggas like cereal ain’t talkin’ cheerios (milk)
fresh off the porch, grip the block no remorse
married to the money, rather diе ‘fore we divorce
um, hеre we go, being broke got boring
first gucci bag i was like, “sis i gotta get more of these” (ou)
now every mall i f*ck the gucci store
yeah, i’m such a gucci wh0re (gucci)
b*tch you better get yo n*gga, i got him curious like george (ha)
you think i ain’t his type? well double check his keyboard
cause i’m the new wave, got him walkin’ the seashore
and when i rode his face i took a detour

[chorus]
um, here we go (go), back to the basics
i like to get money and sit on n*ggas faces (sit on n*ggas faces)
faces, faces
back to the basics
i like to get money and sit on n*ggas faces (sit on n*ggas faces)
faces, faces
back to the basics
i like to get money b*tch, all blue faces
faces, faces
back to the basics
i like to get money and sit on n*ggas faces (um)
[verse 2]
um, though it’s back to the basics, i’m far from basic
fifty inches nothing major this is everyday sh*t
was broke (blunts and bundles) now i’m a paid b*tch
clean up nice like a maid, b*tch
gucci on my shades, b*tch
on my bag (yo), in the belt on my waist, b*tch
smoke big blunts, my backwoods overweight, b*tch
i’ll treat a rap b*tch how santa treat a reindeer
the wig sleigh quick, um
who not the hottest?
f*ck being modest i’m super sonic
my flow is nasty when you hear it, make you wanna vomit
f*ck a comment, i’m more ’bout my commas put that on my mama
booked and busy, you may catch me rapping somewhere on a llama
these b*tches can’t see me
where they telescopes at?
hottest rap b*tch (hottest) and even yo’ fave know that
all facts, no cap
no shade, no tea
but if she k!llin’ sh*t how i k!ll her on her own beat?
i like to get money, blue faces only
i like to sit on faces (ou), put it on his goatee
told him “do it”, nice and slowly
slowly, slowly, like a roly*poly
leave her dissin’, and it’s shining like a trophy (like a trophy)
slap my cheeks, pull my hair, act odee (odee)
i stay ballin’ on these b*tches and i coach me
oh you wanna get to know me?
here we go, see

- kandie lyrics

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