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Lil Candy Paint - 22 (Lyrics) ft Bhad Bhabie blowing up his phone I know I'm tripping for no reason

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[Intro]
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[Chorus: Lil Candy Paint]
She havin' deep thought, and I can see it
Everything that I say, know I mean it
Said "I love you," just believe it
I hate it when we argue for no reason
Pourin' up that cup, I think I'm drinkin'
I'm pourin' up for nothin', think I'm fiendin'
She goin' off for nothin', think I'm cheatin'
I can't blame lil' baby, I'm a demon

[Verse 1: Lil Candy Paint]
We out, I order Sprite and put codeine in it
But she don't like that shit when I be ignorant
I'm pourin' up the pint what you had spent on rent
If she don't like her ass, then we fixin' it
Hop in X6 twin-turbo, big as shit
My bitch bad and she boujee and she Snicker thick
Nigga tryna pluck twenty-two, we split his wig
You could try to try my bitch, but you ain't gettin' shit
You niggas desperate for my ho
I keep checkin' on my ho
I ain't never stressin' on my ho
I count these backends with my ho
You be actin' for your ho
You'll get slapped in front of your ho
I can't believe these jokes
Nigga dapped me up sayin' "Bro"
Then tried to talk to my ho
But we ain't stressin' anything
It's still purple everything
It's still purple everything

[Verse 2: Bhad Bhabie]
Blowing up his phone, I know I'm trippin' for no reason
He gon' call it crazy, but I say I call it fiendin'
He don't want no other ho's 'cause that lil' shit too easy
Know I talk a lot of shit, but he know I don't mean it
Big bro say I'm trippin', but I got a hundred reasons
One hundred fuckin' reasons, I'm never ever leavin'
Nope, I ain't leavin'
Even if we ain't speakin'
And if we ain't speakin', you know Ima be tweakin'
Need a real bitch, I ain't nothin' like these groupie ho's
Nothin' like these bitches sittin' front row at your fuckin' shows
He need him a real one, somethin' to make him feel some
I know I ain't tripping man, about you I might kill some
(Huh, yeah) Kill some, fuck it, yeah, drill some
Make one call, he still come 'cause I make him feel some
Yeah, feel some, feel some
This lil' somethin' different, swear to God it make him feel numb