Moneybagg Yo Lyrics – Taste Like Candy Sweet Like Fruit

Wockesha

Yeah, I kinda put the cup down for a minute, but um
But honestly it ain’t nobodies business what’s in my cup
What’s in your cup, what’s in their cup
It’s your cup, drink it
So whatever the hell was in my cup
The only reaction I did was got more popular
More successful, did a lot more things that I’ve ever done
I probably should pick that cup back up

I’m sitting here lookin’ at Kesha like do you love me? Do you love me not?
Damn you hit the spot
Taste like candy (Candy), sweet like fruit (Ooh)
Wet like water, can I love on you?
Withdrawls I’m feelin’ different every day I need a dose
Every now and then I’m missin’, I got my times when I go ghost
But she mine
I’m stampin’ her
Priority status so them other bitches mad at her (Too mad, ha)
Comin’ through a hunnid thou
I spent that on times 2 on you
Called myself, couldn’t get loose
Then I pop back up like peek-a-boo
Here I go, flyer than most Louis V coat
Gas station coffee cup full I don’t drive boats (Nope)
Money can’t buy happiness, but she found love inside a G
Head and somethin’ to eat, that’s all a thug nigga need
No lie you get me higher than the prices of me weed
I’m displayin’ my feelings like I’m wearing them on my sleeves

One minute I’m done with you, the next one I be runnin’ back
Go your way, I go my way, but some how we be still attached
Tryna found my answers with this cup, but ain’t no truth in that
They be like I’m dumb for fuckin’ with you, I spent stupid racks
I’m sittin’ here knowin’ I don’t need you pourin’ O’s in the lid
Sippin’ chasers with my reefa, can’t get my mind off Wockesha
Watch me put my heart in this cup
In my feelings, she my therapist, I’ma talk to this cup
I swear

Ring around the rosie, cup full of o-z’s
I hope I don’t OD, she keep sayin’ pour me
Turn me to that purple demon emoji (Devil)
Fuck me like you miss me, it’s been a whole week
This ain’t no playground love we grown (Too grown)
I’m too fucked up, I pay four hunnid for a zone (That’s strong)
My bitch don’t like you you been fuckin’ up my home (In my house)
Relapsin’ every time I try to leave you ‘lone (I relapse)
Every nigga in the streets lookin’ for her, but she rare
Dark skin, purple hair, stingy with her, hard to share (I care)
Never needed nobody, but it feel good to
Have somebody, that somebody
Drop you and pick you up whenever I feel like it
This shit toxic
Let me know if you feel me
Hmm (Hmm)
I gotta stop it, I must stop it

One minute I’m done with you, the next one I be runnin’ back
Go your way, I go my way, but some how we be still attached
Tryna found my answers with this cup, but ain’t no truth in that
They be like I’m dumb for fuckin’ with you, I spent stupid racks
I’m sittin’ here knowin’ I don’t need you pourin’ O’s in the lid
Sippin’ chasers with my reefa, can’t get my mind off Wockesha
Watch me put my heart in this cup
In my feelings, she my therapist, I’ma talk to this cup
I swear

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