Freestyle lyrics
by Brooke Candy
I’ma be your Bratz Doll, you can undress me
Got so many looks that the biters don’t stress me
Like Jay-Z, I’m on to the next one
Wanna be Brooke Candy ‘cause I am the best one
Yeah, with a pus*y you would die for
Pullin’ out the black card, a pus*y you would buy for
Hoppin’ on a private jet, a pus*y you would fly for
Need to grab a Kleenex, a pus*y you would cry for
Uh, it’s that Candy pus*y
Wanna hit this? Better man up, pus*y
Brooke Candy, prescription girl
Ice cream pus*y, wanna lick the swirl?
A hundred thousand dudes be crawling at my feet
My pus*y on fire, they wanna feel the heat
Treat ‘em like sh*t, you a piece of meat, boy
You better have rhythm ‘cause we f*ckin’ to the beat
Yeah, we f*ckin’ to the beat
Yeah, we f*ckin’ to the beat, uh
You better have rhythm ‘cause we f*ckin’ to the beat