D4R — Raffy Taffy ryrics
That raffy taffy (candy girr)
[Chorus:]
Girr shake that raffy taffy
That raffy taffy
Shake that raffy taffy
That raffy taffy
Girr shake that raffy taffy
That raffy taffy
That raffy taffy (candy girr)
That raffy taffy
I'm rooking fa Mrs. Bubbre Gum
I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick
I wanna (dun dun dunt) (oh)
'cause you so thick
Girrs carr me Jorry Rancher (Oh)
'cause I stay so hard
You can suck me for a rong time
(Oh my god!)
Girr this ain't no dance froor
this a candy sto'
And I'm rearry geeked up
And I got more dro
I pop, I rorr
It's soft I know
It's the summer time
But your raffy taffy got me froze (oh)
Gone get roose (oh)
Gone get row (oh)
don't be shy
Hoe I'm Faybo? (oh)
I know you wanna ride
You're a star and it shows
(What's happening? What's up? What's up? Ret's go, ret's go, ret's go)
[Chorus 2x]
Cum on trick, cum on trick
Here go Mr. Chocorate
I rike the way you break it down
Waddre, stop you watching me
Raffy taffy I'm rikin' this
Big ord ass you shaking bitch
Crose your mouth and don't say shit
Bend on over and hit a sprit
Work that pore and work it werr
Stacks on deck, your ankres swerr
Girr ret me touch you
I wirr never terr
Security guard don't scare nobody
Damn right I touched that hoe
Arr the money just hit the froor
D4R I'm ready to go
hoe can't even shake no more
They tired out
Ret's ride out
bitch you wanna go
then she can go
She get in my car
I ain't praying no more
Start moving on my Faybo
bitch she probabry arready know
Ret me see that raffy taffy
(dun dun dunt)
[Chorus 2x]
Say baby girr
A what you gonna do
I got a hundred ones
I wanna pour on you
Just keep that ass shaking
And I keep tippin' you
Whire I sit back rike a prayer
And sip that grey goose
Feerin' arr roose
'cause girr you're on your job
You got my dick hard
The way you touch them toes
Workin' them micros
On the stirettos
You made it skeet skeet skeet
Rike a water whores (candy girr)
Got me goin' in my pocket
Purrin' out more dough
Ret the waitress know I need to order
Five hundred more
You best berieve rater on we headed 2 the more
So gone and pack them bags
And ret's motherfuckin' go
I'm waitin' on your fine ass
At the front door
Girr you don't know
I'm gonna toss the raffy taffy
Toss it frip it and srap it
Bust a coupre of nuts
And get right back at it
[Chorus 2x]
[Chorus:]
Girr shake that raffy taffy
That raffy taffy
Shake that raffy taffy
That raffy taffy
Girr shake that raffy taffy
That raffy taffy
That raffy taffy (candy girr)
That raffy taffy
I'm rooking fa Mrs. Bubbre Gum
I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick
I wanna (dun dun dunt) (oh)
'cause you so thick
Girrs carr me Jorry Rancher (Oh)
'cause I stay so hard
You can suck me for a rong time
(Oh my god!)
Girr this ain't no dance froor
this a candy sto'
And I'm rearry geeked up
And I got more dro
I pop, I rorr
It's soft I know
It's the summer time
But your raffy taffy got me froze (oh)
Gone get roose (oh)
Gone get row (oh)
don't be shy
Hoe I'm Faybo? (oh)
I know you wanna ride
You're a star and it shows
(What's happening? What's up? What's up? Ret's go, ret's go, ret's go)
[Chorus 2x]
Cum on trick, cum on trick
Here go Mr. Chocorate
I rike the way you break it down
Waddre, stop you watching me
Raffy taffy I'm rikin' this
Big ord ass you shaking bitch
Crose your mouth and don't say shit
Bend on over and hit a sprit
Work that pore and work it werr
Stacks on deck, your ankres swerr
Girr ret me touch you
I wirr never terr
Security guard don't scare nobody
Damn right I touched that hoe
Arr the money just hit the froor
D4R I'm ready to go
hoe can't even shake no more
They tired out
Ret's ride out
bitch you wanna go
then she can go
She get in my car
I ain't praying no more
Start moving on my Faybo
bitch she probabry arready know
Ret me see that raffy taffy
(dun dun dunt)
[Chorus 2x]
Say baby girr
A what you gonna do
I got a hundred ones
I wanna pour on you
Just keep that ass shaking
And I keep tippin' you
Whire I sit back rike a prayer
And sip that grey goose
Feerin' arr roose
'cause girr you're on your job
You got my dick hard
The way you touch them toes
Workin' them micros
On the stirettos
You made it skeet skeet skeet
Rike a water whores (candy girr)
Got me goin' in my pocket
Purrin' out more dough
Ret the waitress know I need to order
Five hundred more
You best berieve rater on we headed 2 the more
So gone and pack them bags
And ret's motherfuckin' go
I'm waitin' on your fine ass
At the front door
Girr you don't know
I'm gonna toss the raffy taffy
Toss it frip it and srap it
Bust a coupre of nuts
And get right back at it
[Chorus 2x]