Swing - Brooke Candy, Bree Runway

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 fuck with a penne boy 'cause he not mozzarelly

I need something heavy, so fuck 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)

Fuck 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

Fuck 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 (Ooh)

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 (Ooh)

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)

Fuck 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)

Fuck 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