Aight hold up
Brooke Candy
Bubblegum and taffy
Get some of this and you gon' be happy
Uh
You smilin', you smilin'
Cause I stay styling
Two b**hes deep
Yeah you know that we be whiling
Crazy, baby
That's how god made me
Throw them p**y
Makes me money
Scissor, sister
Rhymes like a twister
Freaky Prince$$
Know that b**h cause I fist her
Fresh to d**h
Like I hopped off out the casket
Smoking on purp
Boy you know you better pa** it!
Married to the mob
I'm a mafia sh**
I don't like your shoe game
You should be wearing cement
At the bottom of the ocean
I be mixing up a potion
Got that scarface p**y
Makes you cop it in my lotion