scented candles - wdng crshrs lyrics
[intro: quentin miller]
yeah, something different
yeah
(1317) really different though
yeah
[chorus: quentin miller]
scented candles girl you putting on, it make it seem like my weed ain’t strong
yeah
pop a pill let’s have a drink or some
let’s turn up and turn each other on
[verse 1: quentin miller]
ooo i like the way you do it, will you f-ck me to my brand new music, yeah
(oo oo ain’t it the truth)
hopping up that brand new coupe and sh-t, i like the way you do it
you say you a freak, then baby prove it (let’s get it)
your room smell like citrus, i dig it (i swear)
cranberry and lemon coming from your kitchen (what’s that smell?)
1317 baby that’s my religion, i have you on your hands and knees, praying for forgivness
oo oo ain’t it the truth
baby, what’s in the trunk, ain’t it the roof, ain’t it them racks?
she got potential with platnium, but i’m in love if that card is black (black card)
and it still smell like lavender even though we in here blowin’ on thrax (ikea!)
after we go blow out them candles, i’m a go blow out that back
[chorus: quentin miller]
scented candles girl you putting on, it make it seem like my weed ain’t strong (and i’m blowin’ loud)
yeah
pop a pill let’s have a drink or some (okay, okay)
let’s turn up and turn each other on
[verse 2: thecoolismac]
oo oo oo scented candles, girl you hecka fast (okay you hecka fast)
aromatherapy, i’m in your man seat (yeah recline)
brownskin but it smell like vanilla in here (uncomfortable)
baby girl, your -ss toast, no cheers (okay)
walked in the room, she set the mood, lord have mercy (ayy lord have mercy)
guess this the combo for the turn up like thursday (what’s that freaky friday?)
i smoke the garden like i’m fresh out of new jersey (okay)
player, player, she want my letterman and my jersey (huh?)
your n-gga went limp like fred durst
mac gone stand up in it (and you know that)
she burnin’ for me but it’s kiwi-tangerine scented (she burnin’ for me)
girl i like the way you kick it, get popping on location, i like the way you wick it (yeah)
i’m not po po, but your folks should had to count them digits
ain’t it the truth
ain’t it the truth
keep it casual (keep it casual), boujee when you don’t have to
twenty dollars on candles from crate and barrel, good investment (yeah)
we smokin’ loud in her, so it don’t even matter (we straight)
quit the chatter (yeah)
when the candles burn out, then i’m a [?] your blatter (i’m a beat it up)
yeah
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