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Charli Xcx - With Me Lyrics

With Me Lyrics
“With Me” is an unreleased song recorded in 2015 by Brooke Candy and LIZ. It was supposed to be part of Brooke’s album Daddy Issues, but the project didn’t see an official release date. LIZ confirmed the… Read More [Intro: Brooke Candy]
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[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

[Verse 2: Brooke Candy]
Okay, tongue game strong, I be workin' (I be workin')
Girl, the way I kiss the kitty have you twerkin' (Have you twerkin')
We got your man so hard that he hurtin' (That he hurtin')
He said he'd only wanna watch, but now he jerkin' (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 (That's real)
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
Ballin' out, 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