Big Moe Roll Candy Red Lyrics

Roll Candy Red Lyrics

f/ Noke D, Killa Milla



[Hook]

Roll candy red, candy red turns heads

Banging my Screw, baby

While these boys, out here faking

Knowing that ain't true-oooh

Roll candy red, candy red turns heads

Banging my Screw, baby

While these boys out here faking

I'll keep it true-oooh



[Big Moe]

It's Big Moe, I'm back again

Niggaz in the hood, like where you been

I try to do my thug thang, keep a level head and maintain

I've been going through some stuff

Boy Big Moe, done had it rough

But I gotta keep my head up, even though a nigga gets fed up

Boys talking down, say I always slip

Big dude coming through, knocking down your freak

And I gotta get my life right

So much jealousy and envy in my eyesight



[Hook]

Roll candy red, candy red turns heads

Banging my Screw, baby

While these boys, out here faking

Knowing that ain't true-oooh



[Noke D]

Now when a playa in the limelight, niggaz don't act right

Mad cause you trying to get your stacks tight

Here come the rumors, hey them niggaz gone bank brah

And that really ain't purple stuff, they sipping in the cup

Man them niggaz really ain't, really trying to make no do'

Cause they spend all they time, sleeping in the studio

On the reezy Noke Deezy, fin to square it all off

'Fore I haul off, slap a bitch nigga in the mouth

Need to put some deuce in it

We worldwide independent, evicting all tenants

When we drop shit y'all, panicking

Cause you live the lifestyle, of a mannequin

Gotta plan to win, all the way to the top

Like Spre's at the light, nigga we won't stop

It's all good, gon remain understood

And we still roll candy, roll through the hood ha



[Hook]

Roll candy red, candy red turns heads

Banging my Screw, baby

While these boys out here faking

I'll keep it true-oooh



[Killa Milla]

Picture a 600 Benz, candy red with blue lens

Top down dance around, chrome two foot rims

Fill my cup up to the brim, live lavage and love it

Throw my rings to the sky, no headliners above it

My words are real niggaz trust it, and turn to gold if I touch you

Leave me in a Benz, or stay behind in a bucket

Take my time and don't rush it, break a law with the public

In order to reach all your goals, you have to stick to the subject

We sure the whole world love it, bootleggers gon dub it

All real niggaz club it, and God is above it

Killa Milla won't stop it, until the first c.d. dropping

Signing off with this advice, make sure that you cop it, for real