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zz - kandie lyrics

[intro]
hottest
ced did this, ho (ced did this, ho)
blunts and bundles
yeah
brr, brr, brr, brrr
um

[verse]
b*tches slept on me like z*z
now they see me on they tv
and no matter where they look i’m right thurr, no chingy
but them negative comments don’t sting
just more money they bring me
yeah, you can’t lie though, i’m bad b*tch to be a he*she
but them green light comments ain’t stoppin’ sh*t
i don’t give a f*ck, i’m a compton b*tch
i know some compton bloods and some compton crips
that’ll empty out, compton clips
now it’s murda, ja rule voice
foreplay choppas, get [?] moist
and the way they leave a n*gga by they jerkin’
you’ll think he was a new boy
oh, speakin’ of new boy
dropped my last n*gga, got a new boy
and that new boy d*ck bring a new joy
now, i make a new noise
that [?] ain’t toy’s “r” us, but i’m finna cop me a new toy
and hit a hunnid on the f*ckin’ dash just to hear that b*tch go vroom, boy
my bamboos are your mortgage
these gold k’s big as f*ck
b*tches ask me for the plug, sorry sis can’t give it up (ahhh)
ion like twinsies, though there my b*tch i’m at the club, my sis
no, ion like twinsies, though there my b*tch i’m at the club, my sis
it was free shanay, now she free
then they freed my b*tch jt (amen)
you a sad ass b*tch
i’m a bad ass b*tch and yo n*gga want me on his leash
hold up, free shanay now she free (amen)
then they freed my b*tch jt (jt)
you a sad ass b*tch
i’m a bad ass b*tch and you*, man
i got more n*ggas in my dm than the law allows
and i was to drop names drawls would drop down
got some screenshots that could end some careers
but that’s a dumb b*tch move
that’ll make the ballers disappear
so i keep him on the hush, he my hush puppy
plus he fill me up with bread like a hush puppy
so i ain’t saying sh*t, a constipated ass b*tch
tmz, hit me up and i plead the f*ckin’ fifth, ahh, ahh
yeah i kept it constipated
didn’t get my heart involved, that’s so complicated
just a easy transaction to my bank account
empty hotel room with condom traces
my louis bag is this season, and i made him pay
b*tch yo bag from last year, ho you fashionably late
i sit my ass down on his face
then i ask him “how it taste?”
and while he in a daze, “n*gga what’s passcode to yo safe?”
what’s password to yo chase and yo wells fargo?
i’ll beat a n*gga pockets ’till they color purple, harpo
tryna live like a housewife, marlo
wood floors, countertops marble
chandliers sparkle
b*tch, i’m finna move to they a and go hard, ho
why do ya’ll gas these rap b*tches, ya’ll should work for arco
but ya’ll only put and entertain, babygirl won’t make it far yo
yeah she cut but, she ain’t got no bars tho
no metaphors, punchlines, similes, or flow horrible
my cut off game straight reckless
leave a muhf*cka’ neckless
friends, family no exception, please get to steppin’
steppin’
ho get to steppin’ like a majorette
ho i’m no longer in debt, i done paid respect
plus all you ever did was dog me tho
started on the bus now i’m in a audi, ho (ho)

- kandie lyrics

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