[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Hmmmmmmm, in that H-Tooowwn
That's where the trunks go up
And the drop tops be coming down, coming doooown
See other women look good
But without you it ain't the same, ain't the saaame
Girl you be looking so good
On the hood of my candy thang. candy thang
[Bridge: Chamillionaire]
Candy thannng, candy thannng
Hmmmm, candy thang
Candy thannng, mmm
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Ladies watchin me, watch me
Drop my top and she, and she
Looking good so I'm gon spit my game
Boopers watchin' me, I see
Screwed and chopped CD, CD
That's how it go down in that H-Town mayne
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Tippin down, popped up, yuhhh
Gotta hit that frenchies chicken
Gotta hit that bulldrose
Cause I gotta stay full it takes hard work when you working these new vogues
Ya'll living on pluto
That car ain't even fresh
My dick too big, my car gotta stretch need a slab you can't compress
And the dash look like a desk, so pull ya rulers out
And when I pull out the garage just say the rulers out
Don't act like you the south, cause you ain't nowhere near it
I'm the mixtape god making all your brauds catch the holy spirit
Amen
Hmmmmmmm, in that H-Tooowwn
That's where the trunks go up
And the drop tops be coming down, coming doooown
See other women look good
But without you it ain't the same, ain't the saaame
Girl you be looking so good
On the hood of my candy thang. candy thang
[Bridge: Chamillionaire]
Candy thannng, candy thannng
Hmmmm, candy thang
Candy thannng, mmm
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Ladies watchin me, watch me
Drop my top and she, and she
Looking good so I'm gon spit my game
Boopers watchin' me, I see
Screwed and chopped CD, CD
That's how it go down in that H-Town mayne
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Tippin down, popped up, yuhhh
Gotta hit that frenchies chicken
Gotta hit that bulldrose
Cause I gotta stay full it takes hard work when you working these new vogues
Ya'll living on pluto
That car ain't even fresh
My dick too big, my car gotta stretch need a slab you can't compress
And the dash look like a desk, so pull ya rulers out
And when I pull out the garage just say the rulers out
Don't act like you the south, cause you ain't nowhere near it
I'm the mixtape god making all your brauds catch the holy spirit
Amen
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