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yn jay - candy land lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
(marc boomin, i miss you)
hmm
hmm
n+gga you ain’t out here trappin’
hey, n+gga you (alright)

[verse 1: yn jay]
you was sittin’ in the crib with your kids, you the family man
i just pulled up with some doonies in the family van
b+tch want me to send her my location, we in candy land
i can’t tell she got a fat ass, she got on granny pants
i be walkin’ ’round clutch like my daddy friend
trippin’ ’round this b+tch, i just sold my friend granny xans
i been out here servin’ billy, i got mandy mad
n+gga thought he bought some molly, it’s a sandy bag

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
n+gga we got chops for the opps, we’ll get on your ass
man these n+ggas out here stealin’ flows, man i’m oh so mad
when i lost my n+gga gabe ‘bo, i was oh so sad
i could’ve graduated but i didn’t, said f+ck that class
i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they be in thеy feelings
a n+gga play with yn jay, n+gga i’m gon k!ll ’em
fn five+seven 308 will knock down a building
you got a hundred+somethin’ guns, boy you not no k!ller
[verse 3: babytron]
spin the block chop, bang bang, yeah that’s a body bag
black louis v belt rockin’, it’s like karate class
need 2 bands for a feature, cause it’s probably ass
made 100 off of unemployment, i don’t lallygag
l.a., atl, then i go and hit miami
i’m with coochie man, if she freaky throw the b+tch to [?]
i don’t sell drugs, but i sure just got some scripts from granny
dog sh+t on me, if i up it she gon sh+t her panties

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
if i ain’t got the gun on me, n+gga i’m gon stab you
you be beatin’ on your b+tch, like you joe jackson
you will never get a ring, b+tch you matt stafford
i just blew a hundred+somethin’ bands, now i’m back stacking

[verse 5: babytron]
wiped his nose on the slimeball
magic johnson, you can only get them dimes off
dior swim trunks, b+tch i’m finna slide off
aiming out the window, flash on, turn the lights off

[verse 6: yn jay]
oh let me walk across the street too slow, i’m finna hit your granny
i’m the real coochie man, i’ll hit your granny
b+tch walkin’ out the crib too fast, don’t forget your panties
i can never have a babysitter, cause i hit my nanny
[verse 7: babytron]
sent him up top, up top, i hit him with a ladder
cut into the lil freaky b+tch, like come get [?] of scammers
balenciaga socks, i don’t f+ck with mr. alan’s
shooters hittin’ baskets, hit the funeral, we gon hit his casket

[verse 8: ysr gramz]
bro got 20 thousand, he can’t fit it in a f+ckin’ [?]
i fell asleep in that b+tch p+ssy, i was off the xannies
old lady seen me with a f, and she told my granny
man i’m runnin’ up a check, d+mn near every week
if you ain’t got no money for me, n+gga we can’t even speak
i f+cked this lil b+tch from the back, man her sh+t was neat
i just won 10 off the dice, man that n+gga sweet

- yn jay lyrics

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