Brooke Candy - Mafia $hit | Текст песни

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• Brooke Candy
• Mafia $hit

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
Yeah 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 off out the casket
Smoking on purp
Boy you know you better pass it!

Married to the mob
I'm a 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

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