Candayapple Lyrics - Blackbear

Yeah 

beartrap sound 

I'ma pull up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda 

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes 

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies, hey ladies" 

Hey girl, what's up, I'ma pour this drink up with some soda 

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes 

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies" 

Hey girl, what's up 

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What's up, can I get an ice Coke? 

Soda screwed up the rice though 

Perperet love, I like money 

Big mopo up, no scrub 

I'm the president of the drink club 

Pharmacist's line want new plug 

Dimepiece wanna rub my nut 

Strapped with a rubber, no glove, no love 

Take her to the bathtub, then undress 

Pour codeine all over your chest 

Let me confess, take you on a quest 

On a life on the west and I come from Tex 

Sippin' on a cup to relieve stress 

When you're with me, it's always the best 

I make all the rest seem like a pest 

But there's only one Paul Wall I guess 

Candy apple fake gold 

With a trade poll 

Cost me about 4k pesos 

blackbear came through with a J-Lo 

My day one, booty softer than Play-Doh 

Lay low as I pour up slow 

Stay true, I never fold 

Game cold, that thing is swole 

Don't mind me, I'm getting thrown 

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I'ma pull up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda 

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes 

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies, hey ladies" 

Hey girl, what's up, I'ma pour this drink up with some soda 

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes 

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies" 

Hey girl, what's up 

I'ma show up, show up 

Hypnotic with the Henny paint marauder 

Call me daddy, you would think that bitch my daughter 

She my accessory, you know that I'ma flaunt her 

That bitch so bad that you would think that she a Jenner 

Tell these hoes that I ain't really 'bout that drama 

Got less money, got a count, it's just the counter 

Look at the tags, how many lay down per bag 

When I'm feelin' sad, I just start countin' my cash 

Pocket and grab 

I'ma pull up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda 

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes 

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies, hey ladies" 

Hey girl, what's up, I'ma pour this drink up with some soda 

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes 

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies" 

Hey girl, what's up 

I don't know what they callin' for 

Sippin' drink outside of Baltimore 

Got me a house way out the Sugarland 

Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans 

Purple stains over my Robin pants 

Prayin' for the Jack, got me feeling like Gucci 

I pour forward for the manfazine 

Pull up on the scene with a crease in my jeans 

There's a kid in matte black, MCM backpack 

Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans 

Heard a kid in matte black, MCM backpack 

Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans 

Purple stains over my Robin pants 

Prayin' for the Jack, got me feeling like Gucci 

I pour forward for the manfazine 

Pull up on the scene with a crease in my jeans 

I'ma pull up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda 

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes 

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies, hey ladies" 

Hey girl, what's up, I'ma pour this drink up with some soda 

Candy apple, fake gold paint Mercedes 

Flex on all my exes like, "Hey ladies" 

Hey girl, what's up 

I don't know what they callin' for 

Sippin' drink outside of Baltimore 

Got me a house way out the Sugarland 

Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans 

I don't know what they callin' for 

Sippin' drink outside of Baltimore 

Got me a house way out the Sugarland 

Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans