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ty bri - candy lady lyrics

[intro]
(rari on the beat)
(philly ferrari)

[verse 1]
got a, got a freak b+tch, she be on some lil’ freak sh+t
blow this .410, that b+tch got a very mean kick (let it rip)
you don’t like me, but your n+gga tellin’ me this (he tellin’ me)
and i’m icy, he said that your diamond don’t glist’ (ooh, ooh)
wanna fight me? you know i keep that ruler on my hip (let it rip)
hold it tightly, trigger finger, that b+tch never lift (it never lift)
b+tch, i might be, gucci, you know i don’t never trip (i never trip)
and i’m pricy, want my attention, spend a whole grip
notoriety, these b+tches ain’t nearly fly as me (uh+uh)
rollin’ silently, she hit the loud and now she high as me (ooh, ooh)
you a snitch, n+gga, in the feds, you show compliancy
so you a b+tch, n+gga, we don’t talk unjustifiably (what?)
roll the, roll the window down so i can let this uzi breathe
slidin’ down your block, i’m poppin’ suzy, got her on her knees
now she screamin’, “please don’t do me, ty bri, i’m just tryna leave”
you a goofy, lil’ b+tch, i’m a nuisance, i don’t need your pleas, bae

[chorus]
i want you to throw some cash on me (ooh)
throw some cash on me
throw some, throw some cash on me (ooh, ooh)
blow a bag on me
throw some, throw some, throw some cash on me (ooh)
throw some cash on me
throw some, throw some cash on me (ooh, ooh)
blow a, blow a bag on me
[verse 2]
one time for my brothers in the trenches moving fishes
n+gga never heard of pyrex, get the f+ck up out the kitchen
n+ggas fake be in the field, on the real, be on them benches
thought i loved you, but to hit your stash is my only intention
got your n+gga full attention, and he pay for my extensions
water whippin’, said your p+ssy dry, my p+ssy be quenchin’
all this sauce i’m drippin’, wanna be my main, but i don’t listen
all that pillow talkin’ to me, n+gga, motherf+ck your feelings

[chorus]
i want, i want you to throw some cash on me (ooh)
throw some cash on me (ooh)
throw some, throw some cash on me (ooh)
blow a bag on me
throw some, throw some, throw some cash on me (ooh)
throw some cash on me
throw some, throw some cash on me (ooh)
blow a, blow a bag on me

[verse 3]
see, i’m the type of b+tch that a n+gga want (what?)
uh+uh, i never need for nothing, yeah, i get my own (my own sh+t)
since you can’t get me out my hood ’cause i stay in my zone
that’s why i press ignore every time he hit up my phone
i want celine, ho, we ridin’ clean, ho
i pop and pour belaire, but he be sippin’ lean, though
i wanna know why you so mad? what you so mean for? (why’re you so mad?)
you should just hop up in your bag and get some green, ho
[chorus]
i want, i want you to throw some cash on me (ooh)
throw some cash on me (ooh, ooh)
throw some, throw some cash on me (ooh)
blow a bag on me
throw some, throw some, throw some cash on me (ooh)
throw some cash on me
throw some, throw some cash on me (ooh)
blow a, blow a bag on me

- ty bri lyrics

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