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Cold Wet Candy Other

(Left side) Picture yourself just of nuclear fission With library cards and a metaphor skies (ha ha ha ha). Somebody quotes you, you read from a source

A hand, reaching out in total darkness. Touching soft, smooth skin. Fingers absent of stress, small, thin, but lively and warm. Palm the faintest damp

and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy-painted car on swang

m something to eat (ta!) I got pimps givin me the money Just to taste my jar of honey Cotton candy sweet as gold Come and lick my Tootsie Roll My sugar baby once you wet

m something to eat (ta!) I got pimps givin me the money Just to taste my jar of honey Cotton candy sweet as gold Come and lick my Tootsie Roll My sugar baby once you wet

something to eat I got pimps givin me the money Just to taste my jar of honey Cotton candy sweet as gold Come and lick my tootsie roll My sugar baby once you wet

, Rell, E-Roc) [Hook: x2] I'm a Southern nigga, Houston Texas nigga Syrup sipper nigga, candy paint dripper Wood grain gripper, chrome wheel spinner Land other

m something to eat (ta!) I got pimps givin me the money Just to taste my jar of honey Cotton candy sweet as gold Come and lick my Tootsie Roll My sugar baby once you wet

m something to eat (ta!) I got pimps givin me the money Just to taste my jar of honey Cotton candy sweet as gold Come and lick my Tootsie Roll My sugar baby once you wet