Candy Paint by Muze Sikk Lyrics
Packing up my bags
I’m out this bitch
I can’t wait no more
It’s time to hit the road
It’s time to hit it from the back
Ooh
Fuck the world real hard like that
And If I bust
You know damn well that shit is wrapped up
Bars
Candy paint
Shining on my name
Silence those who hate
Such a crime
You really thought you got me
Untangled your rally
I say hello to all you MFs who ain’t got it like the boss
Ugh
If I must I will stunt on a bitch
(I will do that shit)
Ya I cuss but your jeep need a jump
(This a Z)
That two cents ain’t bought much; you a chump
(Chump change)
On the game I take dumps
(I need TP for my bunghole)
Hit the bang o 8’s bump
(TR-Bang o 8)
I debate with myself whether or not
I should hit this chick you cuff
But I’m sleazy as they come so I’m
Balls deep
Like Wilson in Castaway
I make it rain on that ass all day
Ya mon
Soon we dawn don; ain't no poor pawn
Long shlong; give her ding dong
Like the front door
I got a sweet tooth for her pastries
Fuck a muffin; butter in the trunk
Living so green; I hug trees with a blunt
Climate Conscious
Flexing so hard I gotta sprain
Fresh as they come; you a lame
Turn a super woman to a Lois lane
Booty big as Jupiter; I hit it in the plain
Constantly bombarding all these obseletes
I do this
I do that
I do hotter things
Red Bull give you wings
Detroit
Yeah that ice gotta gleam
MF
I’m out this bitch
I can’t wait no more
It’s time to hit the road
It’s time to hit it from the back
Ooh
Fuck the world real hard like that
And If I bust
You know damn well that shit is wrapped up
Bars
Candy paint
Shining on my name
Silence those who hate
Such a crime
You really thought you got me
Untangled your rally
I say hello to all you MFs who ain’t got it like the boss
Ugh
If I must I will stunt on a bitch
(I will do that shit)
Ya I cuss but your jeep need a jump
(This a Z)
That two cents ain’t bought much; you a chump
(Chump change)
On the game I take dumps
(I need TP for my bunghole)
Hit the bang o 8’s bump
(TR-Bang o 8)
I debate with myself whether or not
I should hit this chick you cuff
But I’m sleazy as they come so I’m
Balls deep
Like Wilson in Castaway
I make it rain on that ass all day
Ya mon
Soon we dawn don; ain't no poor pawn
Long shlong; give her ding dong
Like the front door
I got a sweet tooth for her pastries
Fuck a muffin; butter in the trunk
Living so green; I hug trees with a blunt
Climate Conscious
Flexing so hard I gotta sprain
Fresh as they come; you a lame
Turn a super woman to a Lois lane
Booty big as Jupiter; I hit it in the plain
Constantly bombarding all these obseletes
I do this
I do that
I do hotter things
Red Bull give you wings
Detroit
Yeah that ice gotta gleam
MF