Cotton Candy (feat. 2 Chainz)

Sugar sweets (Lala‑la‑la‑la‑la) Give me candy, please (Lala‑la‑la‑la‑la‑la) Sugar sweets (Lala‑la‑la‑la‑la) Give me candy, please (Lala‑la‑la‑la‑la‑la) Twenty‑five lines on the dresser Ran off on the plug like a Tesla Coke make her sneeze, God bless her Fuck her like a wrestler, Brock Lesnar South cocaine, polyester More sand than Mojave Desert White cheese, talkin’ mozzarella White girl, talkin’ Aguilera White girl, call her Consuеla All coke, no Doctor Pepper I protect her like contraceptive Break a brick like a block in Tetris Ate the dick, she want sloppy seconds At her throat like a diamond necklace Cook the coke like my mama breakfast I’m in the lab like I’m Doctor Jekyl All gas, that’s without the pedal I’m in her face, that’s without the freckles All bass, that’s without the treble Johnson‑Johnson, yeah, the powder fresher Snort a line, ain’t no time to measure I ain’t tryna press you, but it’s my pleasure White girl come with dollar signs, Kesha Mary Jane, molly, hot lesbians Bitches snortin’ coke off of bitches Lickin’ cocaine off of titties White girl, sweet, soft, and pretty Lookin’ like a spliff, nice, tall, skinny I’m him, baby, fuck that bass like Eric B. and Rakim, baby Nosedive, then swim, baby More white girls than Slim Shady Sugar sweets (And Tom Brady) Cotton candy, sweet as dough Ballin’ like the Sugar Bowl (Sugar sweets), oh (Lala‑la‑la‑la‑la) Cotton candy, sweet as dough (Toni) Ballin’ like the Sugar Bowl On dirty Sprite, she a coke head Make the beat slap with no hands My dog a blood, it’s code red With two hoes, gave ’em both head My brother, brother, my best friend I’m more white than Ovechkin Walked in the strip club, spent more Washingtons than a Redskin In candyland, I’m the handyman Got the tool me, Azul on me Where would I be without my baby? Ja Rule on me Don and 42 on me Got more at stake than wagyu, homie I could swim in my jewels, Rollie on in the pool (Alright) Don Corleone on this mornin’ She was doin’ lines on Zoom (Alright) Line’s long to the powder room, oh yeah, powder room (Uh) Keep in mind, I’m at the studio tryna lay down a verse She pulled out her debit card and chopped it up, nose first (Yuh) I listen up, I don’t judge, her booty softer than Uggs (Uh) I grab on it sometimes when we hug, just because (Woo) My sugar, sugar, my sweet thing, you put the G in G‑string (G) Sat back and I peeped game Touched her once and a leak came Sugar sweets (Yeah) Cotton candy, sweet as dough Ballin’ like the Sugar Bowl (Sugar sweets), oh (Lala‑la‑la‑la‑la) Cotton candy, sweet as dough Ballin’ like the Sugar Bowl (Lala‑la‑la‑la‑la‑la), oh Ballin’ like the Sugar Bowl (Lala‑la‑la‑la‑la‑la), oh (Lala‑la‑la‑la‑la‑la) T‑twenty‑five lines on the dresser (Yeah) Ran off on the plug like a Tesla (Yeah) C‑coke make her sneeze, God bless her (Yeah) Fuck her like a wrestler, Brock Lesnar (Yeah) S‑south cocaine, polyester (Yeah) More‑more sand than Mojave Desert (Yeah) White cheese, talkin’ mozzarella (Yeah) White girl, talkin Aguilera Sugar sweets (Lala‑la‑la‑la‑la‑la) Cotton candy, sweet as dough Ballin’ like the Sugar Bowl (Sugar sweets), oh (Lala‑la‑la‑la‑la) Cotton candy, sweet as dough Ballin’ like the Sugar Bowl Sweet (Lala‑la‑la‑la‑la‑la, oh, yeah)