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 bitches deep and you know that we be whiling
Crazy, baby, that’s how God made me
Throw them pussy, makes me money
Scissor sister rhymes like a twister
Freaky Prince$$, know that bitch ‘cause I fist her
Fresh to death like I hopped up out the casket
Smoking on purp, boy, you know you better pass it
Married to the mob on my mafia shit
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 pussy
Makes you cop it in my lotion