With Me Brooke Candy (Ft. LIZ)

[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 the Pretty Ricky
I need a Miley, or a Britney
Or a Beyoncé for a quicky