Poppin

[Verse 1]
I'ma kick it off like this
I ain't come for a hug, head straight for a kiss
Don't come for my face cause I'm talking 'bout my (Yeah)
I'ma need all o' my kisses down there
One hand on my neck, one pulling on my hair (Hol' up)
I'ma tell you everything I want from you
But if it's real then you know what you 'posed to do
But it's cool cause I like to be the captain too
I control that dick like a Bop-it
Five minutes in and he beggin me to stop it, ooh
All that shit he was talking, cool
How many licks did it take? Two
Now that's a bad bad muhfucka
A real hot girl so these niggas can't touch her
I put him in the cuffs when we playing undercover
Then I shove him in the back of the car and I fuck him yeah

[Chorus]
I know you been feenin'
I been looking for a reason
He say I be teasin'
Boy, get ready for this treatment

[Verse 2]
But first I gotta make him beg for it
Cause I treat these niggas like play toys
I might grind on him like a skateboard
Then make him bust hard like a AR
I heard he had a BBC
And if he half Puerto Rican tell him 'ven aqui'
And if the head whack I'ma duck him like Ali
But if it's on point he ain't gotta look for me
'Cause I'ma keep that, pop that, whip him 'round like a cowgirl but I really look tropic
Then I'ma switch it to the hot seat on the edge of the bed up and down to the beat, hol up...
Uh, uh, uh, lemme tell ya
He call me movie star, he say I like to act
He call me Hollywood, 'cause I don't text back
I got a big purse, for a big sack
And I ain't fucking with no nigga who ain toppin that
Girl, I got new money
Might be your boo money
I blow my money on this ice, bitch, that's cool money
I got that ooh-na-na, and it make him so horny
He say he done with other bitches, they got nuttin on me
I pick, the hip up and I get licked up
He suckin on my pussy like it was a sip cup
He hit it from the back like I had a hiccup
And I wear a nigga out, he'oan wanna get up
If I had to pick a side, it'd be the south
Niggas love when I stay "Know what I'm talkin bout"
All my H-Town girls know I'm talkin bout
And if I fuck him on the purp, he gon' stalk me out
A lotta these niggas try to talk me out
But if it ain't about shit, throw the deuce, I'm out
'Cause I'm a real ass bitch, no lames allowed
And I get the dick stiff like he standing trial

[Chorus]
I know you been feenin'
I been looking for a reason
I think I'm done teasin'
Now I'm ready for my beatin'

[Verse 4]
Blow my cake out like a candle
Flip then flop on the dick like a sandal
Popped a wheelie with no handle
Treat that dick like instrumentals
He gon' gimme hella facetime in between my waistline
Thicker than a drink, lime
Pretty and I'm hood fine
Say what yo name is
Everybody know who the Stallion is
Big lips, real titties
Big juicy booty and a waist itty-bitty
I'm the real H-Town hottie
Everything tight but he gotta do it sloppy
All of them hoes look floppy
Everybody know I'm the hottest shit poppin, ahh