Lyrics Brooke Candy

Brooke Candy

Trill

It's Brooke Candy, Queen of Italy

Smoking dro, daily

So gone, spacey

Couple ones, hazy

We be chillin' on my couch, lazy

Drama free, comedy

If you down, sodomy

So much dome, lobotomy

And when I'm messin' with my boo, don't bother me

Couple shots, Goose

Slurrin' words, loose

Off that liquor, drunk

Got that weed breath, skunk

I got my man we bout to get nasty

I'mma let him have it all

So trill, my eyes be so glassy from all that alcohol

Hella moist, wetter

Like you're in my box, letter

I wanna fuck rough

Watchin' cartoons first, powerpuff

Girls I know you feelin' me

Where your man at chillin' watchin' TV

Turn your phone off, vibrate

Shut your mouth boy, no negotiate

Take these panties off, we gon fuck though

On that Usher Ray, nice and slow

I'm a wild bitch, I'mma give you more

Call me hoodrat Drew Barrymore