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Iraq Video (MV)




Performed By: McCandles
Length: 3:36
Written by: Jacob Bass




McCandles - Iraq Lyrics




She like to chill and get faded
But she wanna have my baby
She think I already made it
Told her if you like it just wait
Loesoe goin' crazy
And McCandles bout to snap
Same squad since the basics
Like I live in Iraq
Still I walk around with a strap
No cap
Walk through your crowd no dap
Hold your hand unless you handin' me a rack
Hand his bitch back, set a land mine in her back
So that pussy boobie trapped
Still made a movie outta that
Yeah Imma a goonie for a fact
Gave her back with a tat
Who did that
Every old head say boy you're just like your dad
I say hell yeah, prolly why we cross paths in these traps
Least we knowin' where it's at
Never askin' what is that
Bitch I'm spazzin' like I'm foamin' out the mouth
Jet pack way I'm blowin' out the south
Jet pack way I'm blowin' all this loud
Set backs got you hatin' out loud
Damn that's wild
Cause all I got is fire and your shit mild
Pipe down
Every time she find out I'm around
She wanna get foul & piped down
That's what I'm bout, so I tell her that I'm down
She like to chill and get faded
But she wanna have my baby
She think I already made it
Told her if you like just wait
Loesoe goin crazy
And McCandles bout to snap
Same squad since the basics
Like I live in Iraq
Still I walk around best dressed no vest
We don't stress get blessed big flex
Big bitch big chest big throat lil neck
Fat sack cali pack that zest
Smoke the best focus in
Wrote the best shit they done did before my first shit
With the pen they would love to write my worst verse, shit
And we Dirt road swervin' never been suburban
Got the doors off the Tahoe
Hold on when we swervin'
Cause coop don't give a f*ck
She say buttered up
And wanna f*ck
Until the sun come up
Until the cum run up
Well buckle up
I ain't no runner up
Unless I'm runnin up
Well if it's up, it's up
If you up better dump
If you miss better run
If you hit better hide
Cause fam gone slide
That's my mans on god
Hit em with the landslide
And that's from the blindside
I ain't in love with my side
But I love how she ride
She like to chill and get faded
But she wanna have my baby
She think I already made it
Told her if you like just wait
Loesoe goin crazy
And McCandles bout to snap
Same squad since the basics
Like I live in Iraq
Like I live in Iraq
Been gone then I come back
Then I come back with it
Yeah I got her motherf*ckin' back stuffed
Backwood with the spinach
Feel like Popeye yeah I'm big buff
Yeah my pockets big up yeah I'm big up
Yeah they big stuffed
Skinny shooters with the big guns
Call your big bluff
Throw you off red bluff if you hit us
She like to chill and get faded
But she wanna have my baby
She think I already made it
Told her if you like just wait
Loesoe goin crazy
And McCandles bout to snap
Same squad since the basics
Like I live in Iraq
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She like to chill and get faded
But she wanna have my baby
She think I already made it
Told her if you like it just wait
Loesoe goin' crazy
And McCandles bout to snap
Same squad since the basics
Like I live in Iraq
Still I walk around with a strap
No cap
Walk through your crowd no dap
Hold your hand unless you handin' me a rack
Hand his bitch back, set a land mine in her back
So that pussy boobie trapped
Still made a movie outta that
Yeah Imma a goonie for a fact
Gave her back with a tat
Who did that
Every old head say boy you're just like your dad
I say hell yeah, prolly why we cross paths in these traps
Least we knowin' where it's at
Never askin' what is that
Bitch I'm spazzin' like I'm foamin' out the mouth
Jet pack way I'm blowin' out the south
Jet pack way I'm blowin' all this loud
Set backs got you hatin' out loud
Damn that's wild
Cause all I got is fire and your shit mild
Pipe down
Every time she find out I'm around
She wanna get foul & piped down
That's what I'm bout, so I tell her that I'm down
She like to chill and get faded
But she wanna have my baby
She think I already made it
Told her if you like just wait
Loesoe goin crazy
And McCandles bout to snap
Same squad since the basics
Like I live in Iraq
Still I walk around best dressed no vest
We don't stress get blessed big flex
Big bitch big chest big throat lil neck
Fat sack cali pack that zest
Smoke the best focus in
Wrote the best shit they done did before my first shit
With the pen they would love to write my worst verse, shit
And we Dirt road swervin' never been suburban
Got the doors off the Tahoe
Hold on when we swervin'
Cause coop don't give a f*ck
She say buttered up
And wanna f*ck
Until the sun come up
Until the cum run up
Well buckle up
I ain't no runner up
Unless I'm runnin up
Well if it's up, it's up
If you up better dump
If you miss better run
If you hit better hide
Cause fam gone slide
That's my mans on god
Hit em with the landslide
And that's from the blindside
I ain't in love with my side
But I love how she ride
She like to chill and get faded
But she wanna have my baby
She think I already made it
Told her if you like just wait
Loesoe goin crazy
And McCandles bout to snap
Same squad since the basics
Like I live in Iraq
Like I live in Iraq
Been gone then I come back
Then I come back with it
Yeah I got her motherf*ckin' back stuffed
Backwood with the spinach
Feel like Popeye yeah I'm big buff
Yeah my pockets big up yeah I'm big up
Yeah they big stuffed
Skinny shooters with the big guns
Call your big bluff
Throw you off red bluff if you hit us
She like to chill and get faded
But she wanna have my baby
She think I already made it
Told her if you like just wait
Loesoe goin crazy
And McCandles bout to snap
Same squad since the basics
Like I live in Iraq
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Writer: Jacob Bass
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