That laffy taffy (Candy girl) Girl, shake dat laffy taffy That laffy taffy Shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy Girl, shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy That laffy taffy (Candy girl) That laffy taffy I'm lookin' for Mrs. Bubble Gum, I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick I wanna dun dun dunt, oh, 'cause you so thick Girls call me Jolly Rancher 'cause I stay so hard You can suck me for a long time (Oh my God!) Girl, this ain't no dance flo', this a candy sto' And I'm really geeked up and I got mo' dro' I wop, I roll, it's all I do, it's the summer time But, yo laffy taffy got me cold Gon' get loose, gon' get low Don't be shy, hoe, I'm Faybo I know you wanna ride, you a star and it shows (Well tell 'em, damn whassup, whassup let's go, let's go, let's go) Girl, shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy Shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy Girl, shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy That laffy taffy (Candy girl) That laffy taffy Girl, shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy Shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy Girl, shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy That laffy taffy (Candy girl) That laffy taffy C'mon trick, c'mon trick, here go Mr. Chocolate I like the way you break it down, waddle, stop you watchin' me Laffy taffy, I'm likin' this, big ole ass, you shakin' bitch Close yo mouth and don't say shit, bend on ova and hit a split Work that pole and work it well, stacks on deck, yo ankles swell Girl, lemme touch ya, I will neva tell Security guard don't scare nobody Damn right, I touched that hoe All the money just hit the flo' D4L I'm ready to go Hoe can't even shake no mo' They tired out, let's ride out Bitch, you wanna go, then she can go She get in my car, I ain't playin' no mo' Start movin' on my Faybo Bitch, she probably already know Lemme see that laffy taffy (Dun dun dunt) Girl, shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy Shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy Girl, shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy That laffy taffy (Candy girl) That laffy taffy Say baby girl, ay what you gon' do I got a hundred ones, I wanna po' on you Just keep that ass shakin' and I keep tippin' you While I sit back like a playa And sip that gray goose, feelin' all loose 'Cause girl you on yo job, you got my dick hard The way you touch them toes Workin' them micros on the stilletos You made it skeet skeet skeet Like a water hose (Candy girl) Got me goin' in my pocket pullin' out mo' dough Let the waitress know I need to order, five hundred mo' You best believe later on we headed to the mo' So gone and pack them bags and let's motherfuckin' go I'm waitin' on yo fine ass at the front do' Girl, you don't know I'ma toss the laffy taffy Toss it, flip it, and slap it Bust a couple of nuts and get right back at it Girl, shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy Shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy Girl, shake that laffy taffy That laffy taffy That laffy taffy (Candy girl) That laffy taffy © BOSTON INT'L MUSIC INC; COLGEMS-EMI MUSIC INC; PERRY HOMES MUSIC PUBLISHING; BLACK EYE B MUSIC; STONEY MAN MUSIC; BMG SONGS, INC.; MAURICE STARR MUSIC; ARTIST PUBLISHING GROUP WEST; WB MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com