Swing
Brooke Candy, Bree Runway
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Say hello to my little friend Get that dick out, get that helicopter ready My pussy is a heli pad I sauce up his 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 f*ck with a penne Boy 'cause he not mozzarelly I need something heavy, so f*ck vermicelli Need a big fat cannoli to come And fill up my belly, what 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 swing, let it out Let it swing, let it out Let it swing, let it out let it swing Come and meet the boss (Rrah, rrah, rrah) F*ck with me and it's a loss Kill shot to the ops You don't wanna double cross Come and meet the boss (Yeah, I'm the boss) Come and meet the boss F*ck with me and it's a loss (It's a motherfuckin' loss) Kill shot to the ops (What, what, a kill shot) Pierced his ball sack with my stilletto (Rrah) '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 (Oops) Blood on the interior and on the tags If Vinny ask too many questions I tell him to relax Or sweet nonni gonna pay inheritance tax (Ooh, bitch) Uh, all that and then some (Uh) Butt big like a mansion (Oh yeah) Oh, he think he handsome (O oh) Run me back my bands, son (Ah) Sing my name like a anthem (Uh, huh) Blow it out in the Phantom (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) These bitches random Call it what it is, it's a fandom (Yeah) Oh, you a enemy soul-sucking my energy Oh, she think she ahead of me? Oh, she think she ahead of me (Mm, yeah, man) Goddess power, divinity From beyond to infinity (O oh) I'm too blessed to be stressed to be I am something you'll never be, uh 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 (Rrah, rrah, ah) F*ck with me and it's a loss Kill shot to the ops (Uh, kill shot) You don't wanna double cross (Nah, you don't wanna) Come and meet the boss (Yeah, yeah, I'm the boss) Come and meet the boss (What, what, I'm the boss) F*ck with me and it's a loss (It's a loss, bitch) Kill shot to the ops (Ooh, oh) 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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Written by: Aston Casey, Brooke Candy, Oscar Benjamin Scheller
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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