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    "Candyman" Lyrics


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    Ooohh-oooh, ohhh yeah

    [The Pimp]
    I'm comin' hard with this killa game
    And I'ma make 'em all realize that they about to be broke
    Young shawty it's a pimp in the air
    And 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 and 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 every time 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 sleave
    I'm killin' 'em softly every time I get 'em down on they knees
    I know you want these N-U-T's
    Cause I do a lot of shows and you think I got plenty cash
    Saw a bunch of girls in the past
    So I'm only chillin' with pretty chickens that ? keep a pretty stash
    So 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 ??
    I cut 'em up and let 'em up then I'm gone

    I wanna be
    I want to be your
    I wanna be your Candyman
    Girl let me be your Candyman
    I wanna be your Candyman
    Yeah let me be
    I wanna be your Candyman
    I'll make you say

    [Da Gangsta]
    Now it ain't nothin' but the freak in me
    To spit this game and make yo broad wanna sleep with me
    See I know you wanna creep with me
    I got a fifth of that Hennessy and some killa that'll weaken yo knees
    Dirty skeez won't you freeze at ease
    And drop to the beat
    Or better yet won't you lay on yo back
    But you need to stop teasin' me
    By squeezin' me and just let my finger get to workin' with that
    You know the game that I'm kickin' is fat
    I met you last night and 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 whoa 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 and plus a lil' some for yo throat
    And 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 whoa 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

    I wanna be your Candyman
    I wanna be your Candyman
    Let me be your
    I wanna be your Candyman
    Your Candyman, your candy-licker, your Candyman - Candyman
    I wanna be your Candyman
    Make you say

    [Da Gangsta]
    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

    [The Pimp]
    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' and sneakin' up in yo house when yo man leave home
    But this gator head on bone
    You makin' it worse because you babblin' about yo thong
    Boostin' me up on the phone
    To come on in and creep what I can
    And then I dash on
    I got yo mind - oooh it's so blown
    You know that it's gone
    I bend you over headfirst 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 don't know
    We finna make a flick trick
    So get on yo knees
    We gon' call it "Strip Deep Throat 4"
    And to all the whoas that don't know
    You need to stop teasin' and 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

    Your Candyman, your candy-licker, your Candyman
    I wanna be your Candyman
    I wanna be your
    I wanna be your Candyman
    Your Candyman, your candy-licker, your Candyman
    I wanna be your Candyman
    Make you say, make you say, make you say

    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
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Djphanasty0788 for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Daniel Patrice Thomas, Keith Sweat, Tarvares Jevon Webster, Teddy Riley.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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