Lil Candy Paint – Paint It Tevl Lyrics

Lil Candy Paint – Paint It Tevl Lyrics

(Coastal run it back bro)
Man I can’t believe that bitch left me man
I done had my dreams crushed, I woke up it was fine
AMG interior came red like some wine
I don’t know the broad but I fuck her like she mine
I only tapped it once now she crying (Pluto got it knockin’—)

I ain’t slime ’bout that pussy, he slippin’ out of line
Help lil shawty makin’ movies like she sell ’em on the Prime
I might hop inside that kitty cat to drown, now I’m dying
Popped that perc, now I’m flying, bought Margiela for a dime
You ain’t-, you ain’t gang, you ain’t slime
Don’t you-, use my name in your rhyme
‘fore might lift your top, turn your main man’s to a convertible
Shawty givin’ top, gettin’ it wet, something like [?] do (Pluto got it knockin’—)

Twirl the coupe, light a blunt, on baby shit I’m murder proof
He said he had smoke with us, ha, we ain’t heard of dude
Still swervin’ through, GMCs with shooters smoking out the roof
He popped this ecstacy then he might pop lil dude
Took my bitch up out the trenches, it’s time to handle business
[?] she tryna lick it, she always tryna get it
Park the car, we fuckin’ in it, (Hey) I’m like damn she thick it (Hey)
She just sucked my dick inside the back and made me sticky it
They say 4 mill isn’t my deal but that’s just some slight
I seen lil sis make 7 mill just in one night (That’s a lot of money)
If I’ma keep it real, bitch we rich for life
Fuck a lil price
[?] trick but ice
I met them with no chicken and bro on the edge of dying
I’m at the point of having too many ho’s on line
I’m at the point she tryna make it squirt on live
Anything I want, I can make it mi-i-ine
Any bitch I want, [?] a nigga sli-i-ide
I been goin’ up, just fuckin’, I ain’t try-y-y
I’m spillin’ everywhere, my pain fire
(Pluto got it knockin’—)

I ain’t slime ’bout that pussy, he slippin’ out of line
Help lil shawty makin’ movies like she sell ’em on the Prime
I might hop inside that kitty cat to drown, now I’m dying
Popped that perc, now I’m flying, bought Margiela for a dime
You ain’t-, you ain’t gang, you ain’t slime
Don’t you-, use my name in your rhyme
‘fore might lift your top, turn your main man’s to a convertible
Shawty givin’ top, gettin’ it wet, something like [?] do (Pluto got it knockin’—)

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