Jay Prater - Peppermint Candy Freestyle Lyrics

Yeah, you know I had to jump back on this lyrical type, you know, just for the f*cks
Of it, you know
This shit fresh like, you know, like Peppermint Candy or something like that, you know
Yeah, you know

Gotta keep it clean, I can't do all them plates in the scene
Gotta keep it clean, girl, you know this shit ain't what you think
You the type to go and get drunk and then sing to your drink
Know that I'm a player, but I've never been chasing a ring, you know

You was out here talking about a nigga not chasing his dream
You been speaking on my name, cause it's so important
You was talking all that hate and I really absorbed it
I've been dealing with some struggles, but f*ck it, it's gorgeous

Grimy nigga like it's Black Forces Classy nigga, I ain't take the courses
Skinny nigga, but I'm so enormous You acting hard, what a good performance
Shit, you boys fake like the Book of Clarence, swear
I'm killer Cam with a horse and carriage I told Shorty I can't do a marriage, you

Know for real, yeah I'm ice cold, I play this shit like I'm Gretzky
I got out of the friend zone with your bestie Now she been raving about a nigga like I'm
Ed Reed They say Romeo must die, but I'm Jet Li
Sitting at the top with a view, that's the best seat

Niggas sitting courtside, think they could check me
How you ain't got no class and still trying to test me
When I make a move, no, it's more than a chess piece
Man, all the shit I wrote, this is probably my best speech

No Tom Cruise, but I'm feeling like Top Gun Niggas in they feelings, cause they know that
They spots done You know, yeah
All the moves made, you could see that I drop funds
Can't go to the parties, cause I know that they not fun

Trying to eat wings at the table for hot ones
It's like, your girlfriend rolling backwards in the shotgun
Guess you didn't know about the plot, now the plot thickens
I asked about the life she got with you, it's not living

It's not giving, you know
You niggas all sweet, sharing packs of splendor You niggas pussy like you switching genders
You make it big, now they got an agenda, yeah
Know they wasn't around when it was dimes and nickels

With no referees, you know it's still official
Praying hands like I held a vigil, praying hands over holding pistols
Three-piece wings and I'ma need some crystals
They got love for Crystal, I got love for Taylor

I got love for Angie, I got a love for smoking
You know I love the tangy, I got the recipe about the pantry
You know, this shit's like, you know, something a little different
You know, this shit's like, you know, something a little different