Poppin

[Verse 1] I'ma kick 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