Sumtn Else by CanDee (USA)
Sumtn Else by CanDee (USA)

Sumtn Else

CanDee (USA) * Track #12 On City of Satan

Sumtn Else Lyrics

[Hook]
They say damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
Bustin' at opps 'til it none left
I don't play no game nigga fuck a ref
Play with the GANG and it's sudden death
Sumtn else, sumtn else
Damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
I play the cards that a nigga dealt
I got the fye make a nigga melt

(VERSE 1)

I don't care how a fuck nigga felt
I rock the Glock like the shit a belt
You thought you was gangsta boy LOL
Bitch it's SkunkApeGang you could tell by the smell
Gold grillin' hair nappy (yuh)
Big dawg with the skrappy (yuh)
Same niggas tryna clap me up
Be the niggas tryna clap me up
Sippin' on Caraco laughing hysterical
Run in ya home while you there alone
I'ma bust right at ya terradome
You pussy niggas best pray for a miracle
I cannot save me no scary hoe
Married the game you could check on my marital
100 round drum like a mary-go
I convert a gangsta nigga to spiritual
Every time they see me they like that's him
Pull up at yo do' like a home gym
Them niggas ain't lit man them niggas dim
You can't ride on my wave all you do is skim
North Beach yea that way
Got the K on me yea that's bae
'nana clips bitch it be the ape
Nigga on point like Vegeta's tape

[Hook]
They say damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
Bustin' at opps 'til it none left
I don't play no game nigga fuck a ref
Play with the GANG and it's sudden death
Sumtn else, sumtn else
Damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
I play the cards that a nigga dealt
I got the fye make a nigga melt

[Verse 2]
I know that my ex bitch is mad as hell
I know that these fuck niggas mad as well
Yo boyfriend a motherfuckin' goofy bitch
So that means you must be Clarabelle
I'ma hit from the back and won't text her back
Got these racks on my chest like I'm Christy Mack
Gotta walk wit a Mack I could never lack
They tried to pull my card and it was a Jac
Comin' straight up outta Dade
Where it’s either get paid or get paid
I was tryna shine and they was throwin' shade
So I keep a ruler like it's 3rd grade
Errbody think they a hot boy
Bitch I'm the motherfuckin' fye man
Cook a nigga like a fryin' pan
Bring 'em back to life and make 'em die again
You niggas ain't thorough you mix breed
Buck it from 12 hit the six speed
Know a couple niggas who can't read a lick
But they'll tell me what the lick read
I hang with them niggas who murder
I hang with a bunch of lil burglars
I can't leave the crib with no burner
I'ma slider just like some lil burgers

[Hook]
They say damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
Bustin' at opps 'til it none left
I don't play no game nigga fuck a ref
Play with the GANG and it's sudden death
Sumtn else, sumtn else
Damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
I play the cards that a nigga dealt
I got the fye make a nigga melt (fye)

[Outro]
(yuh)
(bih)
(uhuh)
They say damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
Bustin' at opps 'til it none left
I don't play no game nigga fuck a ref
Play with the GANG and it's sudden death
Sumtn else, sumtn else
Damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
I play the cards that a nigga dealt
I got the fye make a nigga melt (fye)

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