D4L - Shake Dat Laffy Taffy Lyrics

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Artist: D4L

Title: Laffy Taffy

Album: Down for Life

Year: 2005

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[intro]

That laffy taffy (candy girl)

Girl, shake dat laffy taffy

That laffy taffy

Shake that laffy taffy

That laffy taffy

Girl, shake that laffy taffy

That laffy taffy

That laffy taffy (candy girl)

That laffy taffy

[Verse 1]

I'm lookin' for Mrs. Bubble Gum

I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick

I wanna (dun dun dunt)(oh)

Cause you so thick

Girls call me Jolly Rancher

Cause I stay so hard

You can suck me for a long time

(Oh my God!)

Girl this ain't no dance flo'

This a candy sto'

And I'm really geeked up

And I got mo' dro'

I wop? I roll

It's all I do

It's the summer time

But yo laffy taffy got me cold (oh)

Gone get loose (oh)

Gone get low (oh)

Don't be shy

Hoe I'm Faybo (oh)

I know you wanna ride

You a star and it shows

(well tell 'em, damn whassup, whassup let's go, let's go, let's go)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Girl, shake that laffy taffy

That laffy taffy

Shake that laffy taffy

That laffy taffy

Girl, shake that laffy taffy

That laffy taffy

That laffy taffy (candy girl)

That laffy taffy

[Verse 2]

C'mon trick, c'mon trick

Here go Mr. Chocolate

I like the way you break it down

Waddle, stop you watchin' me

Laffy taffy I'm likin' this

Big ole ass you shakin' bitch

Close yo mouth and don't say shit

Bend on ova and hit a split

Work that pole and work it well

Stacks on deck, yo ankles swell

Girl, lemme touch ya

I will neva tell

Security guard don't scare nobody

Damn right I touched that hoe

All the money just hit the flo'

D4L I'm ready to go

Hoe can't even shake no mo'

They tired out

Let's ride out

Bitch you wanna go

Then she can go

She get in my car

I ain't playin' no mo'

Start movin' on my Faybo

Bitch she probably already know

Lemme see that laffy taffy

(dun dun dunt)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Say baby girl

Ay what you gon' do

I got a hundred ones

I wanna po' on you

Just keep that ass shakin'

And I keep tippin' you

While I sit back like a playa

And sip that grey goose

Feelin' all loose

Cause girl you on yo job

You got my dick hard

The way you touch them toes

Workin' them micros

On the stilletos

You made it skeet skeet skeet

Like a water hose (candy girl)

Got me goin' in my pocket pullin' out mo' dough

Let the waitress know I need to order, five hundred mo'

You best believe later on we headed to the mo'

So gone and pack them bags

And let's motherfuckin' go

I'm waitin' on yo fine ass

At the front do'

Girl, you don't know

I'ma toss the laffy taffy

Toss it, flip it, and slap it

Bust a couple of nuts

And get right back at it

[Chorus]