Letra da Música Swing (Feat. Bree Runway) de Brooke Candy
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(Say hello to my little friend)
Get that dick out, get that helicopter ready
My pussy is a helipad, now sauce up the spaghetti
Bolognese baby, little meat in my sauce
Queen of Italy, sharin' some to the mob
I don't like spaghetti I like Tagliatelle
I don't fuck with the penne boy cause he not mozzarelli
I need something heavy so fuck vermicelli
Need a big fat cannoli to come and fill up my belly
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing
Come and meet the boss
Fuck with me and it's a loss
Kill shot to the Ops
You don't wanna double cross
Come and meet the boss
Come and meet the boss
Fuck with me and it's a loss
Kill shot to the Ops
Pierce his ball sack with my stiletto
Cause he didn't listen, didn't match my tempo
Kiss the pinky ring in the back of the benzo
S550 and it ain't no rental
Body in the Benz and in the Gucci bag
Blood on the interior and on the tags
When he ask too many questions I tell him to relax
Or sweet and naughty gonna pay inheritance tax
All that and then some
Butt big like a mansion
Oh he think he handsome
Run me back my bands hun
Say my name like a anthem
Blow it out in the phantom
These bitches random
Call it what it is in the fandom
Oh you a enemy
Soul sucking my energy
Oh she think she ahead of me?
(Oh she think she ahead of me)
But it's power divinity
From beyond to infinity
I'm too blessed to be stressing, B
I am something you'll never be
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing
Come and meet the boss
Fuck with me and it's a loss
Kill shot to the Ops
You don't wanna double cross
Come and meet the boss
Come and meet the boss
Fuck with me and it's a loss
Kill shot to the Ops
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Get that dick out, get that helicopter ready
My pussy is a helipad, now sauce up the spaghetti
Bolognese baby, little meat in my sauce
Queen of Italy, sharin' some to the mob
I don't like spaghetti I like Tagliatelle
I don't fuck with the penne boy cause he not mozzarelli
I need something heavy so fuck vermicelli
Need a big fat cannoli to come and fill up my belly
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing
Come and meet the boss
Fuck with me and it's a loss
Kill shot to the Ops
You don't wanna double cross
Come and meet the boss
Come and meet the boss
Fuck with me and it's a loss
Kill shot to the Ops
Pierce his ball sack with my stiletto
Cause he didn't listen, didn't match my tempo
Kiss the pinky ring in the back of the benzo
S550 and it ain't no rental
Body in the Benz and in the Gucci bag
Blood on the interior and on the tags
When he ask too many questions I tell him to relax
Or sweet and naughty gonna pay inheritance tax
All that and then some
Butt big like a mansion
Oh he think he handsome
Run me back my bands hun
Say my name like a anthem
Blow it out in the phantom
These bitches random
Call it what it is in the fandom
Oh you a enemy
Soul sucking my energy
Oh she think she ahead of me?
(Oh she think she ahead of me)
But it's power divinity
From beyond to infinity
I'm too blessed to be stressing, B
I am something you'll never be
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing
Come and meet the boss
Fuck with me and it's a loss
Kill shot to the Ops
You don't wanna double cross
Come and meet the boss
Come and meet the boss
Fuck with me and it's a loss
Kill shot to the Ops
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
Let it swing, let it out, let it swing, let it out
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Número de Palavras | 390 |
Número de Letras | 2120 |
Intérprete | Brooke Candy |
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