CUNT-MIX

It's Miss Anne

This is the cunt-mix, mwah

I'm bringing cunty back (yeah)

These basic bitches don't know how to act (yeah)

I hypnotize him when I throw it back (yeah)

I keep it classy, but that's just a act

(Oh, oh) do you love me (SweetFace), love me? (Oh, oh-oh, turr, yeah, yeah)

Time for sweet talk, get into them deep thoughts

'Bout to clear you bitches out like a detox

Set your face better than my, ho, stop it

'Cause I ain't got time for you bitches, just clock it

Why everybody mad now?

Is it 'cause I'm really cunt, and I'm sittin' in my bag now?

Shinin' brighter than my dad now?

And I ain't talkin' 'bout a mammal when I say that I'm a cash cow

Beat really knockin' like knees when bigger bodies

They streamin' at the party, a bad bitch must've started

And I don't mean to brag, but I'm servin' up a gag

The best you ever had, that's why they really mad

Huh, might give a lil' one-two

You know a fab-ass beat, baggy pants and a front too

With a gym on my front tooth

Maleigh, Aliyah, Brooke Candy, and the killer, that's a cunt group

I'm bringing cunty back (yeah)

These basic bitches don't know how to act (yeah)

I hypnotize him when I throw it back (yeah)

I keep it classy, but that's just a act

(Oh, oh) do you love me, love me? (Oh, oh-oh)

I-75, going zero to a hundred

Ain't no thirst trap, I'm just sexy and you want it

Mouth full of gold and you know I love to flaunt it

If I put it on, then they askin' where I bought it

C-U-N-T, spell it out

Cunt and proud, bitch, say it loud

Know you wanna taste this fantasy

Serving up these looks ain't none to me

Yeah, buy me all the things I want, mami says I'm fair and cunt

I'm big news like I hit the fuckin' pentagon

Givin' good puss from head to toe

No idea who you are if you ain't spendin' the dough, uh

My look is expensive, I make your bitch look rancid

These broke boys make me so sick

Designer is my medicine (duh)

I'm bringing cunty back (yeah)

These basic bitches don't know how to act (yeah)

I hypnotize him when I throw it back (yeah)

I keep it classy, but that's just a act

It's Brooke motherfuckin' Candy, and I'm bringing cunty back, baby

(Oh, oh) do you love me (that's right, she's cunt), love me? (Oh, oh-oh) (she's giving)

To the little head to toe

Pretty face and moist on the cover of Vogue

I'm flexing on these hos

When the cameras flex, I strike a pose, yeah

White bikini in the hot Miami

Part of the sun, he's on the face, I'm tanning

I'm starving, I look smart

These bitches don't cook

These bitches, they are uncanny

Big bag, brick face, lookin' so manly

They look fucked up, but I look fancy

In my brand-new Bottega panties

Uh, better miss me with that bunny ass

I'm out here in my chunky bag

You'll find me where that money at

Yeah, I'm bringin' cunty back, what?

Ha-ha, it's Brooke Candy

I'm bringing cunty back (yeah)

These basic bitches don't know how to act (yeah)

I hypnotize him when I throw it back (yeah)

I keep it classy, but that's just a act

(Oh, oh) do you love me, love me? (Oh, oh-oh)