Waka Flocka Flame - Candy Paint & Gold Teeth lyrics

Boss unh Flocka I'm from the south Southern Hospitality Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth [x8] I'm in Riverdale on 85, at Annlers's eatin' sum' Soul Food County attitude let me know if you down to Party all night wit' my people And if yo' a** go hungry man them hobo's they go feed you I bring Drama like Sammy Sam I'm so point five Twista, Bun Do or Die car clean no suit and tie Ghetto boy like Willie G, Cuttier wood grains like I'm Bill see, I hold the flame like Bun B I ain't from the South that's Ludacris that's country sh** fish grease Yall full of bits, wet paint, big reels, you can't help, but done notice it When the beat is in dark sh**, so coolin' it wit' my van Sickest sh** that I have Country hell a little Mayonnaise, y'all in Riverdale where we at I'm from the south Southern Hospitality Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth [x8] And I'm sittin' low in my old school, and my loces on, and I'm so cool And my top it drops, and there's no roof When I'm shinin' on it's my gold tooth I'm trill as hell, and I'm heavy set Pray to the Lord, but don't get it bent I'm from the Hood, and I represent, and I turn it up like the deficit I'm from Texas (Texas), Cadillac no Lexus (no Lexus) That we ride on four suicide doors, and park no places So you best not test us (test us) cuz' we'll get reckless Catch you on yo' block wit' that big black glock take part of yo' necklace (necklace) Tell me who gon' check (check) we outside down for the hood we gon' ride My gladiater's, yeah they go live wit' them dayton's and them 4 So watch yo' step, and know yo' place, you ain't trill don't show yo' face Cause I'll pull that sh**, and I'll catch a case, and I'll leave the scene wit' no trace I'm from the south Southern Hospitality Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth [x8] Luda!!! Fresh out the shop and the candy coated Cadillac stacked on amazin' wheels Seats look like I hollered at the Reeces peanut bu*ter cup, and then made a deal Trucks shakin' like jellied honey's ready to check the spread Cuz' I get that cheese, and I sandwich myself between the bread So keep yo' mind on yo' riches, and get yo' hoes right Cuz' in these streets you not safe unless yo' codes right Your southern living is like something you ain't never seen Ask any hustler his favorite color is money green Blacked out tint white wall spinnin' Lookin' for the neckbone, hamhock, collard green, cornbread eatin' women We sum country certified gangsta's in the south When you speak about who's hottest watch yo' (watch yo') mouth I'm from the south Southern Hospitality Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth [x8]