【-Candy-】Candy's Lyrics

DUMB
[Intro]
Uhh, what?
This the anthem, yeah I got you bitches dancing.
Get your hands up! Yeah I got you bitches dancing.
When I come to the club, come to the club club, uhh I get down.
When I come to the club, come to the club club, uhh I get down.
Mad cause they see me getting paper.
Is that why you thirsty bitches hating?
[Hook]
Why come to the club and just stand around?
Kind of dumb to me, you should be getting down.
[Verse 1]
I’m peaking, freaking out.
If you got a “e” pill then eat it now.
If you want a refill then get it now.
If you didn’t come to party beat it, ow.
Uhh, I’m getting tipsy in this bitch,
And I tossing to the good life, they see me getting rich.
I don’t get it, why you standing on the wall though?
Lose your inhibitions, get to stripping down on all fours.
Uhh, now up and bring it back down. Yeah.
Now roll it, watch your back now.
That’s my little dumbass bitch, she put her leg behind her head.
Yo, if that’s a party trick, imagine her inside the bed!
I can feel the redbull mixed in with the vodka,
Feeling tipsy ‘çause I took more shots than [..]
Uhh, now tell me why you hating?
Get that ass to working, and jerking, I get it percolating!
Now tell me that you don’t feel the heat.
I’m tiny town, I get down when it comes to this beat. What?
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
That’s me, I get it popping.
I kill bitches, go Johnnie Chocran.
I’m Sid Vicious, you’re [..]
I took your spot, now drop.
I’m rocking Freddy Krueger,
That bitch is talking, “Whitey” Cooly.
Your new religion, hallelujah!
Watch how I do like ooo na na.
Watch how I play-ay, sniffing out my prey-ey.
Do it big like pay day, make these bitches ha-ate.
Y’all bitches sit down, this beat a hit now.
Kind of dumb to me, we should be getting down.
[Bridge]
Down, down, low as you can go. Down, down, closer to the floor.
Down, down, low as you can go. Down, down, closer to the floor.
Now pick up, pick up, get your dick up, dick up, it’s a stick up, stick up, let go.
Now pick up, pick up, get your dick up, dick up, do it quicker, quicker, now slow.
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
What?!
Dumb - Brooke Candy

Charli XCX - Cloud Aura (feat. Brooke Candy)
Baby what hurts the most is when you become so cold
You're starting to hurt my heart, you left me here in the dark
Now I got to make a change, I don't want to see your face
I'm starting to hurt so hard, huh, you fucked up hard
We were on some Bonnie & Clyde shit
Kept the blunts rolled, always let you take the first hit
When the Feds caught us I said I would take the rep
Cause I knew it ain't easy livin' life in the trap
I was the Queen B, and you were like my Jay-Z
The only one who held me down when I was fucking crazy
Ivonne and Trump, shit we coulda ran the world
You were my Chris Brown, I was your only girl
Let you put your feet up while I was cooking you breakfast
Thought I found my rider, yeah but now I just regret shit
Log into your email cause I knew that shit was wrong
Pulling up a private photo of a bitch showing her thong
And I look a lil closer it's my home girl Lisa
Time to terminate shit, hasta la vista
Married to the mob so I put a hit on it
Handed you my right, then you took a shit on it
That's fucked up
Baby what hurts the most is when you become so cold
You're starting to hurt my heart, you left me here in the dark
Now I got to make a change, I don't want to see your face
I'm starting to hurt so hard, huh, you fucked up hard
Now I'ma fuck your shit up
Supply it to your picker
And drive a supersonic, crash and burn it with my sister
No I don't need a mister, cancel your babysitter
I'm never going down that road, it's easy to resist you
You broke my heart
And I'm never gon' forget this
You broke my heart
And I am coming back to get you, don't you know
Baby what hurts the most is when you become so cold
You're starting to hurt my heart, you left me here in the dark
Now I got to make a change, I don't want to see your face
I'm starting to hurt so hard, huh, you fucked up hard
Baby what hurts the most is when you become so cold
You're starting to hurt my heart, you left me here in the dark
Now I got to make a change, I don't want to see your face
I'm starting to hurt so hard, huh, you fucked up hard
Cloud Aura （feat. Brooke Candy） - Charli XCX

I Wanna Fuck Right Now
Brooke-muthafuckin-Candy on the track
Fag Mob runnin shit
I'm taking shit over
That's right I'm headed straight to the top baby
WHAT
UHHHHH
I wanna fuck right now
I wanna, I wanna fuck right now now 4x
I wanna fuck right now
I'm Brooke Candy I came to throw down
Bitch I'm internationaly known
Dudes see me when they want their mind blown
Step ya dick game up
I'm freaky like Rick James up
I like to switch the game up
Break the bed
And rip the frame up
You ain't shit boi
Got you pussy-whipped boi
Lickin up the clit
Make you savor every drip boi
Shit, when I strip boi
Got you in my grip boi
There ain't nobody' pussy
I be cuttin off yo dick boi
I wanna fuck right now
I wanna, I wanna fuck right now now 4x
Ladies stand up
Pussy got your hand up
Pussy is a weapon
I be shooting dudes at random
Dudes is bitches
My clit leaves 'em in stitches
They be twitchin on the floor
With my pussy
Do 1-2 switches
We don't needa man
These greedy dudes be needy man
The pussy bring them back to life like
Vita-meda-vita-man's
Sippin on that necta
My clit bullshit detecta
Now dudes get on your knees
And eat it up
Hannibal Lecta
I wanna fuck right now
I wanna, I wanna fuck right now now 8x
You ain't shit to me boi
Commin for victory boi
Ain't nothin but dick to me boi
Lickity boi
Hit it and quit it and I'm slippery boi
My house never rented
I sleep what I'm sendin
I loose what I'm winnin
I'm reppin the women
In money I'm swimmin
It's not that I'm givin
I try to stay hiden
The realest bitch livin
Ay-ayo bitch
Ay-ayo bitch
Come 'er come 'er, come'er
Ay-ayo bitch
Ay-ayo bitch
Come 'er...lemme talk to ya for a minute
I wanna fuck right now
I wanna, I wanna fuck right now now 4x
That's right
Brooke Candy
On the mike
I don't really give a fuck
Ima dyke
You're a bitch!

Opulence
Say my name
It got a ring
Hiding in my dime, in front Tiffany's
Make you copy, cut, paste and click on me
I'm listening, I'm listening
Yeah I'm on that
You can't afford, you can't afford
I'm maxing out on Forbes list
Yo, I bet you never seen a black card, back off
I could fetch your condo on my backyard
I'm a grown queen, doing grown things
Tryna find my hand underneath the gold rings
Make you get in line
Better recognize opulence, opulence
Recognize
Opulence, opulence
Opulence, opulence
Recognize opulence, opulence, opulence
I own everything baby
I pick it up and take it down
They can kiss the ring
But they'll never take the crown
It end over till the fat lady take a bow
I'm cashing out
I'm cashing out
She's in last season's sweater
I wore it last season better
They're chasing after Brooke Candy
But they know they'll never get her
It's Morano Laurent
It's McQueen or Celine
Got these bitches so jealous
I hope they look it and grin
I'm on everyone's radar
I bet that's why they hate her
I'm in red bottoms baby
But I'll sip on my flavour
Couple shots, it's a blur
Someone call me a car
Man this twist is so icy
Gucci Mane is like Buurrr
BURR
I'm a grown queen, doing grown things
Tryna find my hand underneath the gold rings
Make you get in line
Better recognize opulence, opulence
Recognize
Opulence, opulence
Opulence, opulence
Recognize opulence, opulence, opulence
I own everything baby
Uhh
I'm pulling up in that new-new
What? Uhh
Bet you wish that I knew you
Uhh
Rolllin off in that new-new
Getting paper
Bigger than your crew do's!
Opulence, opulence
Opulence, opulence
Recognize opulence, opulence, opulence
I own everything baby
Opulence - Brooke Candy

Feel Yourself (Alcohol)
I'm on that soda hey hey
I don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I may have a heart attack
Fucking grab a bottle off of that tequila shelf
I'll show you what the game is, I don't blame you if you feel yourself
From the bed to the bed. Go on and feel yourself
Kick it up bring it back. Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Go on and feel yourself, feel yourself and feel yourself
I bite it
Suicide boys, let's ride out
My night out
Fucked up till its lights out
I'm Blacked out, wasted
Tryna' get up, I'm faded
So dilapidated, America's most hated
You drunk right?
Turn it into a prom night
Work it up and drunk fight
Suck it till you drunk right
[?], all of that liquor
We be swerving, all of that liquor
Blurry, all of that liquor
Cuz' we be slurring all of that liquor
I'm on that soda hey hey
I don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I may have a heart attack
Fucking grab a bottle off of that tequila shelf
I'll show you how the game is, I don't blame you if you feel yourself
From the bed to the bed. Go on and feel yourself
Kick it up bring it back. Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Come on and feel yourself, feel yourself and feel yourself!
So torn
Took more shots than world war
No drawers, it's all down girls that's sore
Feel no pain, let it rain
I smell in my profane
Oh man, I'm coming down
Turn it down another round
Laying up, smoke loud
Fucked up, drunk crowd
Hands up, what now?
Stand up, get down
Amen, smoking
Lame men, toking
Swerving, joking
Jerking, focus
I'm poppin' shit until I feel it
Lean Brooke and I'm real in
Set the scene I steal it
When I get fucked up?
Walking in and I get wrecked up
Time to fuck your function up
Break it down, and turn it up
Trip it, rip it red light
Tip it, sip it, say it right
Head it, give it, head like
Hit it, kill it it, dead right?
I'm setting fire to liars
I'm fucking Jerry Macguire
I'm fucking higher than fire
You tired? Retire
Turn me on I'm a radio, more faded though
Turn me on I'm a radio, more faded though
Turn me on I'm a radio, more faded though
Turn me on I'm a radio, more faded though
Feel Yourself (Alcohol) - Brooke Candy

Everybody does
Poppin' bottles in the club,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does.
Droppin' Dollars on they guts,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
Bangin' models in the back,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
Brooke Candy on the track,
That's what everybody loves,
That's what everybody loves,
That's what everybody loves,
Basic hoes, open toes, swag jerkin' in a circle,
Y'all are talking smoking up a pack of Cloves,
While I'm on another planet, god damn I'm booking shows
For fashion week in Milan to Tijuana Barrio,
Man I'm so next level make the Devil look froze,
Basic bitches leave in stitches while I'm stacking money rolls,
Working 14 carat poles, while I'm shittin' on the trolls,
Mandy Freshour's on the line, while Andy Warhol's packing bowls,
Clear though, everybody fuckin' with the weirdo,
Strangest in the game all the same I keep it real though,
Jaws drop while I stand my ground,
Stacking bread while label hessie, I'm ahead of my time,
Poppin' bottles in the club,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
Droppin' Dollars on they guts,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
Bangin' models in the back,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
Brooke Candy on the track,
That's what everybody loves,
That's what everybody loves,
That's what everybody loves,
B-B-Baby I'm sorry I'm hella rare like Atari,
I'm fuckin' Mena Suvari while I'm on mushrooms like Mario,
Sorry Hoe, Candy on the track I took your spot
While you were trying on your Louboutins, I'm groovin' on your mans cock,
Hot chocolate on a cold day, stacking dough like Coldplay,
I could teach a master class on roleplay,
Hoes say, Candy is a slut, she lookin' nasty,
Raspy ass bitches sitting home and watchin' 'Das Me',
Haters put me on a shrine so they can worship,
Warrior, call me L'oreal because "I'm worth it",
Birds squawk, I whip my hair when I'm here,
When I'm Heaven sent, but I'm hell bent on getting shit done,
Poppin' bottles in the club,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
Droppin' Dollars on they guts,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
Bangin' models in the back,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
Brooke Candy on the track,
That's what everybody loves,
That's what everybody loves,
That's what everybody loves,
Man I'm so next level,
Man I'm so next level,
Man I'm so next level,
Private jet life, hotter than your ex wife,
Arab dude singing while I'm pickin' out my next wife,
Man I'm so next level,
Man I'm so next level,
Man I'm so next level,
Private jet life, hotter than your ex wife,
Arab dude singing while I'm pop-pop-pop-pop
Poppin' bottles in the club,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
Droppin' Dollars on they guts,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
Bangin' models in the back,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
That's what everybody does,
Brooke Candy on the track,
That's what everybody loves,
That's what everybody loves,
That's what everybody loves.

DAS ME
Intro:
Uh yo yo what up it's Brooke Candy
Mother fucking freaky princess
Brooke rap style is the queen of Italy
Amount of candy, the price is right
Double D's, these are real titties
Lady T-H-C, Betty Blow
Hoodrat Drew Barrymore
I'm repin' fag mob all day
Mother fucking faggots taking over the industry
Mother fucking faggots running the world
Verse 1:
I'm a super bitch, I fuck it up, I do this shit
You say that I'm a slut
It ain't your business who I'm fucking with
A dude could fuck 3 bitches and they'd say that he's the man
But I get it in with twins, she's a whore
That's what they saying
It's time to take the back "Slut" is now a compliment
A sexy-ass female who running shit and confident
Lady who on top of it, a female with a sex drive
Lyrically don't fuck with me, the greatest in the world
Live living on my pussy, all my ladies let me hear you
I'm a CEO, Dream girl, Drug Dealer
Real just like my titties you can even cop a feel-a
Finger licking good, treat my pussy like a meal-a
Talk about my tit size I need to see your dick size
Show me what you're working with I better win a big prize
Next time they call you a slut
Brooke Candy tell you not to give a fuck
[Hook]
All the dudes wiggle your dicks for Brooke Candy
All the hoes jiggle your tits for Brooke Candy
If you gotta blunt, bitch don't let it pass me
Looking for the realest bitch? tell the world
DAS ME
Tell 'em thats me,, tell 'em tell 'em Das me
Tell 'em thats me,, tell 'em tell 'em Das me
Looking for the realest bitch? tell the world
Das me
Tell 'em thats me,, tell 'em tell 'em Das me
Eh I'm coming back in
[Verse 2]
I could kill a bitch man, I'm so fucking crazy
Gotta gun, to your dome, foaming mouth rabies
Baby that's some real shit, I'm a Mob Boss
Take a knife to your dick, I'm a cut your fucking loss
Dont' say a word, put the money in the bag
I'm a tie you up bitch, yeah I like it when you gag
Don't try nothing funny, bitch I came for the money
I'm a rascally rabbit, rap game Bugs Bunny
Trust no ho bitches out to get ya
Staring at me so hard you need to take a picture
It'll last longer you're so fucking late
It's easy for you talking shit from that far away
I'm on top of the world I'm on top of the game
They don't show me respect they best remember the name
Brooke Candy, the haters love to doubt me
Candy is my name but there's nothing sweet about me
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Fag Mob killing shit/Brooke candy realest shit
Tight twat/white hot/feel this shit/feel this shit
Gotta blunt/roll it up/Liquor store/hold it up
Uzi in my hand bitch/blow it up/blow it up
Das Me - Brooke Candy

BED SQUEAK
[Verse 1]
I'm crack on the track
Bring it back on time
Make it slap on time
Make it clap so fine
Rewind it, wind it, double time it
Grind it, find it, then refine it
Climb the walls and break your spine
It's my turn now so lose your mind
When Candy on the track, the flow so bad
I make or break a crime
Cleanse your soul, I'm Penicillin
I shed a tear, I'm hurtin' feelings
I'm stacking dough, I make a killin'
I fucked your girl, can't rape the willing
I'm Gone With The Wind Fabulous
Gucci swimsuit look soglamorous
And you know that they can't handle it
Make It Scandalous
Bitch, I'm Fabulous
[Chorus x2]
I can't make it any clearer, comer nearer
I'll make your head freak
Lose your inhibitions, get strippin'
And make the bed squeak
Think I'm headstrong?
Bitch, you dead weak
Lose your inhibitions, get strippin'
And make the bed squeak
[Verse 2]
You, in the snapback
Tip your cap back
I got my sights on you, Imma tap that
Wrap that up and Imma attack that
Suitin' up for duty, hazmat
Badass Bitch
Your career took a catnap
You had that now
Fall back, Jack
Cause Fagmob's the new rat pack
And your callback ain't worth crack, uh
You can hate on a bitch
But I'm slayin' it
You can act like my track
Ain't worth playing it
I'm on the tip of your tongue
Now your sayin' it
Candy is the new religion
Get to praying it
[Chorus x2]
I can't make it any clearer, comer nearer
I'll make your head freak
Lose your inhibitions, get strippin'
And make the bed squeak
Think I'm headstrong?
Bitch, you dead weak
Lose your inhibitions, get strippin'
And make the bed squeak
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm bout to sack a bitch
I'm bout to sack a bitch
You can't handle it, I'm bad
I'm bout to sack a bitch
Bitch, I'm fabulous
I'm bout to sack a bitch
You can't handle it, I'm bad
I'm bout to sack a bitch
[Chorus x2]
I can't make it any clearer, comer nearer
I'll make your head freak
Lose your inhibitions, get strippin'
And make the bed squeak
Think I'm headstrong?
Bitch, you dead weak
Lose your inhibitions, get strippin'
And make the bed squeak
Bed Squeak - Brooke Candy

GODZILLIONAIRE
[Intro]
Oooooo you one ratchet bitch
Go, go!
[Hook]
I'm a ratchet bitch
Godzillionaire, Godzillionaire, Godzillionaire (2x)
[Verse 1]
I'm a ratchet bitch
Go hard 'til the casket hits
To y'all that's talkin' all of that drama
I'm looking past y'all kids
Because the world know I'm so dope
They holler "That's that shit"
They holler "Pass that shit"
Go out and act that shit
I be ratchet bitch
They call me godzillionaire
Got my head in the clouds
Got my money in the air
See me slidin' round in my town
Top down like I'm the mayor
Just suspend with that basicness
This bitch is rare
[Hook]
I'm a ratchet bitch
Godzillionaire, Godzillionaire, Godzillionaire (x2)
[Verse 2]
I'm a ratchet bitch
I'm bout as bad as bad can get
That's why I'm tossin' these lame dudes and all of these half-ass chicks
Y'all bitches get embarrassed
I'm a godzillion heiress
And my whole damn life feel's like one long trip to Paris
That's why my bread's so high
That's why my cheese's so thick
That's why I work it all night
'til the sun come up, don't quit uh huh
Voulez-vous coucher with a ratchet bitch?
If I talk nasty in the bed you'll have to pardon my French, oo la la
[Hook]
I'm a ratchet bitch
Godzillionaire, Godzillionaire, Godzillionaire (x2)
[Verse 3]
Okay you came through with that......game
I have no time for that now
With that hot breathe and that tirade
Don't try, boy bye
I can tell you're not do or die
So there is no you and I
Cause around here that weak shit don't fly, go cry
Boy bye, boy bye
And I'm sorry for your feelings
I know we all god's children
But we ain't all got zillions
It's not a money thing I'm talkin' bout
But a mind state or feelin'
And I'm stacking that shit high to god's ceiling, yes!
[Hook]
I'm a ratchet bitch
Godzillionaire, Godzillionaire, Godzillionaire (x2)
[Bridge]
I'm a ratchet bitch
I carry a hatchet bitch
Because I'm bad shit bitch (2x)
[Hook]
I'm a ratchet bitch
Godzillionaire, Godzillionaire, Godzillionaire (x2)
Godzillionaire - Brooke Candy

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