Flawless

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