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Candy Lady
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Candy Lady was released on May 22, 2026 by GoodTalk as a part of the album Like Yay 2
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Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Big Yavo
Performer
Yaven Malden
Yaven Malden
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaven Malden
Yaven Malden
Songwriter
Tavis Moore
Tavis Moore
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yaven Malden
Yaven Malden
Producer
Tav
Tav
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Go
It's Yaven, ****
Mhm, mm, mhm, uh (Huh? Know who the fuck it is, ****)
Mm, mhm, huh, mm, mhm, go (Open the door 'fore I kick that bitch down)
[Verse 1]
****, I came from nothin' (Came from nothin', huh?), that why all my jewelry bustin' (Jewelry bustin')
I ain't had no money (Went and balled), that why both my pockets stuffed (They stuffed up)
The loudest one in the room the main one ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (He ain't talkin' 'bout shit, nothin')
We talkin' money inside the room, boy, I hear grandpa comin' (Uh, go)
Gotta do this shit for pawpaw, ****, the bills due (This shit for pawpaw)
I been in the kitchen just like granny cookin' soul food (****, I'm cookin', cookin' up)
I got Ziploc bags, granny, but these ain't for food use (These ain't for food use)
I went Gucci shoes with her to church, she said, "Baby, you smooth" (Baby, you smooth)
****, please don't get me hot, I'm chillin', I'm a cool dude (Chillin', I'm chillin')
Please don't run up on me like it's sweet, you better lace your shoes (Frrt, frrt, frrt, huh? What happened? Frrt)
Just 'cause I be rappin', don't think I'm yappin', ****, get this confused (Bah, bah, goofy)
Clean up like a butler, ****, just bought my son some Jimmy Choos (Bought my son some— dumb ass)
You would think it was the twenty-ninth, I'm rappin' like the rent was due (****, I'm rappin')
Might throw back a yerc (Goofy), get in her back and do a finish move (Do a finish move)
Pull up, beep, beep, beep, back to back, hop out, Balenci' tennis shoes (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Think I'm fallin' off and can't swim, get in the swimmin' pool (Pussy, drown)
We been had fully before that shit got cool, huh? (We been had fully, on God, frr, frr, frr, frr)
Reach for this clank, then we gon' break your news, huh? (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, we gon' break your news)
That ain't your friend, he tryna take your juice (He tryna take your juice)
Been had B-roll on me, this shit been since school, on God, huh? (Go and ask Ms. Jenkin)
I don't pop it, bitch, I been that **** (Bitch, I been that ****)
First young **** from my hood holdin' six figures, pussy (Holdin', I'm holdin')
Hundred thousand posted, bitch, I'm in the trenches, I'm gettin' it (Posted, I'm posted)
I stomp my feet so much on Earth, I can smell granny biscuits, I'm home (I want her, granny)
And sometimes it feel like I'm home alone (I'm home alone, Macaulay)
The only difference, run in here, boy, I'm gon' tap your dome, you gone (I'm gon' tap your muffin)
That **** ass a goner (Goner), I'm posted on the corner (The corner)
I feel like Tyrann Mathieu (Huh? Bet), just sold a bag for thirty-two (Go)
I just served a preacher (Served him, huh?), everybody ain't no saint (They ain't)
****, she like me more than you (Why?), because I do the shit you can't (For sure)
You seen the Hellcat in her driveway? (Skrrt) Duh, it's me, the fuck you think? (Skrrt, skrrt, it's me)
My Florida boy got flakka rocks (Wocka Flocka rocks), goin' hard in the paint (Go)
I see the opps on Facebook (Pussy), never see 'em in the bank (I don't, see)
Auntie call me with a script and then she pulled up with a pint (She pulled up)
You tryna run your money up (Deuce), my scammin' partner need a Chase (Scammin')
You tryna smoke on you some candy? (Who?) ****, pull up, cop a eighth (Pull up)
[Chorus]
Load of grass and feet on Earth (Huh?), I hit this Drac' and make it quake (I hit this Drac')
You know this a nasty song, come here, girl, and make a baby (Come make a baby)
We don't fuck with 12 unless it's Travis, Ja, or Tom Brady (Tom)
Me without my fire, that like no free cups at the candy lady (That like no free cups, no yap)
He ain't from the hood, his ass ain't even have no candy lady (He ain't even got a candy lady, no rap)
I been gettin' new plays, I guess **** ain't havin' candy lately (**** ain't got no candy, let's go)
**** can't get one up on me, boy, I got some Stanley neighbors (Boy, I got some Stanley neighbors)
"Yay, how you know you up?" I stay by a Karen lady (She racist)
[Verse 2]
Huh? I been on my shit for real for a couple years (Uh, go)
I stay by a lake and a pier and a couple deers (A couple deers, no yap)
Horses inside my garage, I stay with the fuckin' bear (Pussy, skrrt)
If they throw me in the jungle (What?), come out with my bitch some hair (Come out with some hair)
Feds been did a sweep (What?), God made sure that I wasn't there (No yap)
I gotta take care of my kids, to me, that's all really matter (On granny)
I say, to me, that's all really matter (Go)
Pass me the ball, I dunk that bitch (Dunk it), and I made the backboard shatter (Ball)
[Chorus]
Load of grass and feet on Earth (Feet on Earth), I hit this Drac' and make it quake (My feet on Earth)
You know this a nasty song (Pussy), come here, girl, and make a baby (Come here, come make a baby)
We don't fuck with 12 unless it's Travis, Ja, or Tom Brady (Tom, we don't fuck with 12)
Me without my fire, that like no free cups at the candy lady (No yap, candy lady)
He ain't from the hood, his ass ain't even have no candy lady (No rap)
I been gettin' new plays (Nasty), I guess **** ain't havin' candy lately (**** ain't got candy)
**** can't get one up on me, boy, I got some Stanley neighbors (Boy, I got some Stanley neighbors)
"Yay, how you know you up?" I stay by a Karen lady (On granny, pussy)
[Outro]
That like no free cups at the candy lady, uh, huh
**** think he a loose screw, ****, I got a hammer for a **** think he loose screw
Huh? Yeah, got that sh— I'm finna doo-doo on 'em
Doo-doo on you ****, I'm tellin' you
I'ma shit on you ****, my foot on these ****' neck
I'm back on that type time, ****, on granny
Put this shit on pawpaw, ****, you know it's stamped
Written by: Tavis Moore, Yaven Malden
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