Coi Leray - Candy Crush Lyrics

(Eardrummers)
(True, damn, you makin' noise, boy)

Yeah, I'm on top, yeah, top
I'm the top bitch on that roster
Top bitch on that roster
They not fly as, fly as us, no (us, no, us, no)
Yeah, my wrist look like candy crush (crush, crush, crush)
Know that loud pack smellin' musty

Man, you haters be some peasants
Fly as hell, hoppin' out the black truck like a blimp
I bought all my houses, baby, I'm invested (I'm invested)
Fool me once, and I go ghost, I just go missin'
Yeah, I read your text, still ain't get the message (still ain't get the message)
Yeah, I play my role but still ain't get my credit (still ain't get my credit)
Yeah, I been on my own, shit f*ckin' with my mental (f*ck with my mental)
These bitches ain't on this level
These bitches don't know my struggle (yeah)
To try hoes, baddies was lovin' me

Private plane, it gon' bring me up, come get up with me (let's go)
Came from none', bitch you know wassup, you know wassup with it
In that mode, yeah, I'm off that liquor, 'til that cup empty
Strip club, in the section throwin' ones

I'm on top, yeah, top
I'm the top bitch on that roster
Yeah, they not fly as, fly as us, no (us, no, us, no)
Yeah, my wrist look like candy crush (crush, crush, crush)
Know that loud pack smellin' musty

Yeah, wait, wait
Can't keep up, you too late (too late)
I'm countin' up the green, green (green)
Give a f*ck what they say, I'm me (yeah)
Free Atkins, Free Pay-Pay (yeah, yeah)
Still rockin' out 'til this day (yeah)
Still smokin' blunt to the face (wait)
Still smackin' bitches, I don't play (I don't play)
Better get the f*ck off my-

Private plane, it gon' bring me up, come get up with me (up with me)
Came from none', bitch you know wassup, you know wassup with it (up with me)
In that mode, yeah I'm off that liquor, 'til that cup empty ('til that cup empty)
Strip club, in the section throwin' ones (baow-baow-baow)

I'm on top, yeah, top
I'm the top bitch on that roster
Yeah, they not fly as, fly as us, no (us, no, us, no)
Yeah, my wrist look like candy crush (crush, crush, crush)
Know that loud pack smellin' musty
I'm on top, yeah, top (I'm on top)
I'm the top bitch on that roster
Yeah, they not fly as, fly as us, no (us, no)
Yeah, my wrist look like candy crush (crush, candy crush)
Yeah, know that loud pack smellin' musty

Yeah, Free Pay-Pay, Free Atkins (Eardrummers)
Shoutout Ceemo, takin' care of his daughter everyday, doin' what he gotta do
Even though we do'nt speak everyday, that's my nigga for life
(True, damn, you makin' noise, boy)
And uh, you don't gotta see me with
With a motherf*cka everyday, just know that they in my heart
For the ones that not around no more, you know you still in my heart
I love you for life, keep goin', nigga