[Lyric] Candy Shop (Curly Savv)

[intro]
Gllah
Gllah, gllah, gllah, gllah, Glocky, huh
Uh, look
Turn my shit up, like
Look (Gllah)

[Chorus]
This ain't a candy shop (Candy shop)
But I make her panties drop (Drop)
Lil' mama, I can't be stopped (Nah)
I keep the tool like a handybox (Gllah, gllah)
Bad bitch wit' me like Brandi Love (Brandi)
She a freak, she a nasty thot (She a freak)
We don't talk 'bout the man he popped (Why?)
Niggas act like they can't be shot, look (Gllah)
Listen, baby, I'm a gentleman (Gentleman)
Steady buggin', got too much adrenaline (Buggin')
I'm too fly, I feel like a pelican (Fly)
If we slide, we ain't leavin' no evidence (Skrrt)
Up that chop', make your heart stop (Up that)
Came from the School of the Hard Knocks (Hard Knocks)
[?] got the car lot (Skrrt, look, uh)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
We make it lit in a heartbeat (Heartbeat)
So many chops, we like the army (Army)
I'm in the spot with a lotta Barbies (Barbies)
That's what I call her a parties (Woo)
She got the WAP, gonna call her Cardi (Cardi)
Drop on me, that's a 'Rari
Got a thot wit' me givin' slap to me
She gon' [?]
[?] know who to fuck with (Glocky)
Big dog, I'm not wit' the fuck shit (Gllah)
He started runnin' and I ain't even dump it (Where you goin'?)
Broomstick hit him, he dusted
I feel like bustin', shorty, let me touch it
But you better not post me in public
I Chanel her and she let me fuck it
Yeah, yeah
[?] you know what I tell her
Drop a [?], I need twenty or better
My lil' baddie, she down for whatever
And she ride it, [?] (Nah)
I got bitches all over the states
I could pick anyone for the date
She got hit wit' the magic stick
Now she keep tellin' me that she wanna stay
Ha, man
[Chorus]
This ain't a candy shop (Candy shop)
But I make her panties drop (Drop)
Lil' mama, I can't be stopped (Nah)
I keep the tool like a handybox (Gllah, gllah)
Bad bitch wit' me like Brandi Love (Brandi)
She a freak, she a nasty thot (She a freak)
We don't talk 'bout the man he popped (Why?)
Niggas act like they can't be shot, look (Gllah)
Listen, baby, I'm a gentleman (Gentleman)
Steady buggin', got too much adrenaline (Buggin')
I'm too fly, I feel like a pelican (Fly)
If we slide, we ain't leavin' no evidence (Skrrt)
Up that chop', make your heart stop (Up that)
Came from the School of the Hard Knocks (Hard Knocks)
[?] got the car lot (Skrrt)
Yeah, yeah