Released: August 22, 2018
Featuring: LIZ
Songwriter: Charli XCX Gregor Salto Diplo LIZ Brooke Candy
Producer: Gregor Salto Diplo
[Intro: Brooke Candy]
Uh, uh...
[Verse 1: Brooke Candy]
I want, I want, I want a D-boy villain, cold game killing
Ms. Candy, if you nasty, pipe game illing
Gimme poom poom feeling, honey pot, hot drilling
Bareback on some benji stacked half to the ceiling, like ooh
Come in here, let me put it on you
Show me what your magic stick can do
Tell me everything that you into
'Cause I'ma give it to ya
[Pre-Chorus: Brooke Candy]
Boy, I think you freaky, how you want it, Mr. Dicky?
Come on, lick it 'til it's squeaky, thinkin' 'bout it got me leaky
Got me gushy for the cookie, he don't want it from no rookie
When he get up in the nookie he like "Brookey, Brookey, Brookey!"
[Chorus: LIZ]
Even if you had no paper, sippin' on the cheap champagne
I would love every hangover, if it meant you were with me
Rather be in your scraper than sittin' first class on a plane
I would love every traffic jam, if it meant you were with me
[Post-Chorus: Brooke Candy]
I need a Iggy, I need a Nicki
A bad bitch to get me off to Pretty Ricky
I need a Miley, or a Britney
Or a Beyoncé for a quicky
[Verse 2: Brooke Candy]
Okay, tongue game strong, I be workin'
Girl, the way I kiss the kitty have you twerkin'
We got your man so hard that he hurtin'
He said he'd only wanna watch, but now he jerkin'
Well, okay
Y'all ain't know that Brookey Brooke was so cray
When they hear this shit, the fuck they gon' say?
I'm too wild for the radio to play (Bad Brooke)
But I'ma give it to 'em
[Pre-Chorus: Brooke Candy]
Boy, I think you freaky, how you want it, Mr. Dicky?
Come on, lick it 'til it's squeaky, thinkin' 'bout it got me leaky
Got me gushy for the cookie, he don't want it from no rookie
When he get up in the nookie he like "Brookey Brookey Brookey!"
[Chorus: LIZ]
Even if you had no paper, sippin' on the cheap champagne
I would love every hangover, if it meant you were with me
Rather be in your scraper than sittin' first class on a plane
I would love every traffic jam, if it meant you were with me
[Bridge: LIZ]
Nobody cares your kiss is worth a million bucks
Blowing all, we drinkin' out of plastic cups
Somebody crashin' at a parking lot motel
Feels like home, I don't know how you do so well
Mirror on our phone
It's the real deal, gangsta love
[Chorus: LIZ]
Even if you had no paper, sippin' on the cheap champagne
I would love every hangover, if it meant you were with me
Rather be in your scraper than sittin' first class on a plane
I would love every traffic jam, if it meant you were with me
Uh, uh...
[Verse 1: Brooke Candy]
I want, I want, I want a D-boy villain, cold game killing
Ms. Candy, if you nasty, pipe game illing
Gimme poom poom feeling, honey pot, hot drilling
Bareback on some benji stacked half to the ceiling, like ooh
Come in here, let me put it on you
Show me what your magic stick can do
Tell me everything that you into
'Cause I'ma give it to ya
[Pre-Chorus: Brooke Candy]
Boy, I think you freaky, how you want it, Mr. Dicky?
Come on, lick it 'til it's squeaky, thinkin' 'bout it got me leaky
Got me gushy for the cookie, he don't want it from no rookie
When he get up in the nookie he like "Brookey, Brookey, Brookey!"
[Chorus: LIZ]
Even if you had no paper, sippin' on the cheap champagne
I would love every hangover, if it meant you were with me
Rather be in your scraper than sittin' first class on a plane
I would love every traffic jam, if it meant you were with me
[Post-Chorus: Brooke Candy]
I need a Iggy, I need a Nicki
A bad bitch to get me off to Pretty Ricky
I need a Miley, or a Britney
Or a Beyoncé for a quicky
[Verse 2: Brooke Candy]
Okay, tongue game strong, I be workin'
Girl, the way I kiss the kitty have you twerkin'
We got your man so hard that he hurtin'
He said he'd only wanna watch, but now he jerkin'
Well, okay
Y'all ain't know that Brookey Brooke was so cray
When they hear this shit, the fuck they gon' say?
I'm too wild for the radio to play (Bad Brooke)
But I'ma give it to 'em
[Pre-Chorus: Brooke Candy]
Boy, I think you freaky, how you want it, Mr. Dicky?
Come on, lick it 'til it's squeaky, thinkin' 'bout it got me leaky
Got me gushy for the cookie, he don't want it from no rookie
When he get up in the nookie he like "Brookey Brookey Brookey!"
[Chorus: LIZ]
Even if you had no paper, sippin' on the cheap champagne
I would love every hangover, if it meant you were with me
Rather be in your scraper than sittin' first class on a plane
I would love every traffic jam, if it meant you were with me
[Bridge: LIZ]
Nobody cares your kiss is worth a million bucks
Blowing all, we drinkin' out of plastic cups
Somebody crashin' at a parking lot motel
Feels like home, I don't know how you do so well
Mirror on our phone
It's the real deal, gangsta love
[Chorus: LIZ]
Even if you had no paper, sippin' on the cheap champagne
I would love every hangover, if it meant you were with me
Rather be in your scraper than sittin' first class on a plane
I would love every traffic jam, if it meant you were with me
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