[Chorus]
I ain't never seen a candy cane braided brown skin
Til da lady luck chose mee for
the win
So Excuse me Mr Wonker,
i bet you heard the honker
And I ain't no silly plonker,
I'm the one who's gonna launch her.
[Verse]
Now they looking for the recipe, they lurking at the door
But we chilling in the penthouse, feet up on the floor
You don’t need no silver platter when you got the golden touch
And I’m cautious with my circle,
I don’t ever talk too much
Keep the formula protected, they can never match the flavor
Got a pocket full of promises and doing no one favors
See, the city full of copycats, they trying to steal the blueprint
But they cannot walk a mile inside the tracks where my shoe went!
[Bridge]
I was bout to ask for her digit
Til she gave me that golden ticket
hopin it could work out as an oompa midget.
[verse]
Sweeter than a sugar rush, but sharper than a razor blade
Walking through the city streets, admiring the way you made
They trying to replicate the recipe, it’s candy-coated felony
But they can never match the authenticity or melody.
Got the stripes on the luxury, the color scheme is uniform
We weathering the winter storm, keeping all the rumors warm
They looking for a handout, they looking for replicates!
But we the only masterminds that's pushing it Africa's united states!
[Chorus]
I ain't never seen a candy cane braided brown skin
Til da lady luck chose mee for
the win
So Excuse me Mr Wonker,
i bet you heard the honker
And I ain't no silly plonker,
I'm the one who's gonna launch her.
[Verse]
Now the flavor profile is a luxury commodity
Standing in a class of our own, a lyrical oddity
You see the confectionery drip, it’s layered in the craftsmanship
We took a little concept and we built a whole damn flagship.Got the peppermint patterns twisting up inside the braided look
Leaving every critic in the city with a faded look
Lady Luck is smiling from the passenger seat of the ride
We locked the factory doors and kept the sweetness inside!
