Flawless lyrics

This b*tch be flawless
Heart candy polish
This b*tch be flawless
Heart candy polish
‘cause she’s fresh to death
And she’s lookin’ like a sl*t tonight
‘Cause she’s living in a cruel world
[?] slipper on her feet tonight

Hold up, hold up, yo let me speak
Known in my hood as the freaky-freak
Yeah, i’m fresh to death
‘Cause I do it like that
Better back off ‘cause I speak with a bat
[?] a whole lotta [?]
All the boys tell me it’s the super bowl
Rock your goodies like a piece of meat
Princеss b*tch, so kiss my feet
Red bottoms, [?]
Risky business, underwеar
Dollar, dollar bill
Yeah, make your money
Boss b*tch, don’t try nothin’ funny
Don’t try nothin’ funny
I said this ain’t even funny
Don’t try nothin’ funny
I said this ain’t funny
[?] Balenciaga on the beat
This b*tch is flawless, everybody come and see
I’m gay, but heyyyy i’d hit that pootchie anyway
Stylish b*tches grant my wishes
Let me hold your Birkin bag, your Birkin bag
You the best [?]
Nighty-night, b*tch, go to sleep
Wet dreams in Versace sheets
Wet dreams in Versace sheets
Wet dreams in Versace sheets

This b*tch be flawless, everybody come and see
Heart candy polish on her hands and on her feet
This b*tch be flawless, everybody come and see
Heart candy polish on her hands and on her feet