Foxy Brown - Candy Lyrics
Candy[kelis]I taste just like candy, candyI taste just like candySo dance with me[foxy]Yo now let me paint yall a pictureFox pimp hard, quiet just like a whisperDont get it mixed upBad little sistaNot bad meaning bad, but bad meaning goodDamn Im so hoodYou should see me in them jeansIts hard to describe andBeing *****y is just a part of the vibeI might stop and holla and pop my collaMaybe a little conceited but thats always neededLove attention when Im passing byAnd I show a little cleavage and I catch his eyeJust the thought of him eating, I was outside soakingDuke standing locing, mouth wide openI walked over, licking my lipsAnd adjusting my tits and switching my hipsShit he threw his hand on my waistLooked in my face and said he wanna know how I taste[kelis]I taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with meVerse 2Now just imagine me *****, stretched outBe all over the news if this gets outSo bad that the press might ban meNow how bad you wanna know if Im sweeter then candyWhat would you risk? would you put up the car?Taste my na na in the rain on the hood of your carOr the back of the planeNipples all out, bent over the sink with my panties in your mouthWhen my dark skin complexion steps inWont take no questions to get him and uhThe thought of fox give men erectionsAnd get real stiff at the sight of my titsNow we can role playYou be the pilot, Ill be the stewardessBoy I aint knew to thisWhen I lay on my stomach and throw my legs backYall probably wont know how to act[kelis]I taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with me[foxy]Im real sweet like a candy cornIm in your thoughts late night when your boys are gonePicture me, t-shirt, no panties onOr maybe topless, homie Im priceless boyThe kind of girl that love to talk shitspecially when Im on topThe whole show stopEven though Im sweetAint nothin sweetLet me know when youre ready to eat[kelis]I taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with meI taste just like candySo dance with me...
