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Candyman Lyrics - Singles - Dirty

I'm comin' hard with this killa game 

An' I'ma make 'em all realize that they about to be broke 

Young shawty, it's a pimp in the air 

An' if you really didn't care, what you callin' me for? 

 

It's all about the game that I kick 

To get inside her head an' make her wanna lick on it quick 

The silly trick suck it up like a tick 

The average playa don't understand 

What the pimp be gamin' her with 

 

Don't give a damn who you claimin' you with 

Because I know you in love 

Every time I see yo pretty brown eye contacts 

I got you grippin' yo seat 'cause I know you plan 

To sweat girl everytime I see ya smile back 

 

I ain't pretty or nothin' 

But still I got enough game to back it all up when I leave 

I got another trick up my sleeve 

I'm killin' 'em softly everytime I get 'em down on they knees 

 

I know you want these N U T's 

'Cause I do a lotta shows an' you think I got plenty cash 

Saw [Incomprehensible] girls in the past 

So I'm only chillin' with pretty chickens 

That quick to keep a [Incomprehensible] 

 

Now you know I ain't finna pass 

A pretty opportunity to get them girls sprung with the tongue 

So tell the freaky trick I'm finna come 

So watch me [Incomprehensible] 

I cut 'em up an' let 'em up when I'm gone 

 

Candyman 

I wanna be your Candyman 

I wanna be your Candyman 

I wanna be your Candyman 

 

Now it ain't nothin' but the freak in me 

To spit this game an' make yo' broad wanna sleep with me 

See, I know you wanna creep with me 

I got a fifth of that Hennessy 

An' some killa that'll weaken yo' knees 

 

Dirty Skeez, won't you freeze at ease an' drop to the beat? 

Or better yet won't you lay on yo' back? 

But you need to stop teasin' me 

By squeezin' me an' just let my finger get to workin' with that 

 

You know the game that I'm kickin' is phat 

I met you last night an' I already got the game in check 

When you heard my words, I struck a bloody nerve 

I see the way I got you jumpin' when I'm kissin' yo' neck 

Don't be afraid of them playa effects 

 

Silly whore, don't you know that my game got you goin' for broke? 

So when you choke off that contact smoke 

I got that game to break you down 

An' plus a lil' some for yo' throat 

 

An' when I'm done I'm ready to go, I'm walkin' out yo' do' 

I leave ya down butt-naked on the flo' 

Understand, that you messin' with a pro 

When this night is over, ain't no need for you to call me no mo' 

 

'Cause I'm headed to the next show 

To get the next whore to scheme her outta all her dough 

Y'all know what I came here fo' 

A playa from the South, spittin' true thang, run 'em low 

I wanna be yo Candy-nigga 

 

Candyman 

I wanna be your Candyman 

I wanna be your Candyman 

I wanna be your Candyman 

 

I know you wanna bring yo' cheese to me 

Is it to keep it steady pleasin' me? 

That what it seems to be, now let me tell ya what it means to me 

I'll show you what you really need to see 

If you come sleep with me 

 

Now look here, shawty called me up when he leave 

I'll come on over, beat you down all night to this song 

You know the situation so wrong 

Me creepin' an' sneakin' up in yo' house when yo' man leave home 

 

But this gator head on bone 

You makin' it worse because you babblin' all about yo' thong 

Boostin' me up on the phone 

To come on in an' creep what I can 

An' then I dash on 

 

I got yo' mind, it's so blown, you know that it's gone 

I bend you over head first to the floor 

Girl, I got the keys to yo' door 

You know, you do understand, when I lay you down, I gotta go 

 

You know what I came here for 

So don't be trippin' when I come try to claim, you'll know 

We finna make the flicks tricks 

So get on yo' knees 

We gon' call it 'Strip Deep Throat 4' 

 

An' to all the whores that don't know 

You need to stop teasin' 

An' let a playa just splash in them hips 

You need to lick around on the tip 

I'm the Candyman, so you know I got some sweet for them lips 

I wanna be 

 

Candyman 

I wanna be your Candyman 

I wanna be your Candyman 

I wanna be your Candyman 

 

Lay down on the floor, let me hit it from the back 

Why you trippin', baby, why you actin' like that? 

I wanna be your Candyman 

I wanna be your Candyman 

 

I wanna do things you never felt before 

Let me be your Candyman 

Candyman 

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