This bitch be flawless
Heart candy polish
This bitch be flawless
Heart candy polish
‘cause she’s fresh to death
And she’s lookin’ like a slut tonight
‘Cause she’s living in a cruel world
[?] slipper on her feet tonight

Hold up, hold up, yo let me speak
Known in my hood as the freaky-freak
Yeah, i’m fresh to death
‘Cause I do it like that
Better back off ‘cause I speak with a bat
[?] a whole lotta [?]
All the boys tell me it’s the super bowl
Rock your goodies like a piece of meat
Princеss bitch, so kiss my feet
Red bottoms, [?]
Risky business, underwеar
Dollar, dollar bill
Yeah, make your money
Boss bitch, don’t try nothin’ funny
Don’t try nothin’ funny
I said this ain’t even funny
Don’t try nothin’ funny
I said this ain’t funny
[?] Balenciaga on the beat
This bitch is flawless, everybody come and see
I’m gay, but heyyyy i’d hit that pootchie anyway
Stylish bitches grant my wishes
Let me hold your Birkin bag, your Birkin bag
You the best [?]
Nighty-night, bitch, go to sleep
Wet dreams in Versace sheets
Wet dreams in Versace sheets
Wet dreams in Versace sheets

This bitch be flawless, everybody come and see
Heart candy polish on her hands and on her feet
This bitch be flawless, everybody come and see
Heart candy polish on her hands and on her feet