Freaky Prince$$ lyrics

Real ass b*tch, yeah das me
Tastes so sweet, yeah it’s Brooke Candy
I rule everything, one word: pus*y

Talk about it, then beat about it
Yo, blabbing b*tches, do me a solid
Keep my name out yo’ motherf*cking mouth
Talk some more, you gon' get stomped out
b*tch can't dance, b*tch can't rap
Rockin' chinchilla, you the face of GAP
Fall back hoe, you got me sceaming
What's that sound? Yo, I got you screaming
Kick a b*tch in the clit for no reason
Bulls-eye, bulls-eye, it's hunting season
I'm coming for ya you bird ass b*tch
You took it too far, you don’ flipped the switch
f*ck the ring, I rather slay on the street
Curb stomp, curb stomp
Bloody, gutty concrete
Bummy b*tch, you was born to lose
I be on the hunt, that's my face on the news
pus*y wolf in some sheep’s clothes
You f*cking little elf, you a ho-ho-ho
Lost little girl ain't got no flow
Might as well bow down, you in the presense of a pro
Splish-splash splatter, I be spraying brain matter
sh*t, get you so scared, gonna break yo bladder
I'm so f*cking crazy call me young Mad Hatter
When I run up in the spot all the dumb b*tches scatter
Real ass b*tch, yeah that’s me
Taste so sweet, yeah it’s Brooke Candy
I rule everything, one word; pus*y
What's this that I hear? They want it for free?
Well I said it before, I better see 10 Gs
It's the Freaky Prince$$, convicted rapist
f*ck ya daddy, yeah it's incest
Got a whole grip of toys in my treasure chest
Licky, licky, licky, licky with my tounge
Sucky, sucky, sucky, sucky ‘til you're sprung
Taste like candy when you c*m
I'm the b*tch that's gon’ get the job done
What, uh
What? I do this for fun! hahaha