Boy you ain't $#&@ing in the 212 no more
You're dick don't pop it for your (*##$ no more
What she wants is a man who can take her hand

And lead her to another place
Put a smile on her face


^!$$% got swag
And a ^!$$% got style
He's high, she's fly, he's walking by

She said, "Excuse me Mister, get your eyes off my chest,
Need the mother$#&@ing best
I'm a fierce cunt, princess"


Can your man make it pop
Like a popsicle

Hotter than the sun
Melting let it run when he get it wet right through
Turn a (*##$ out

Turn up the temperature
Turn up the volume


All levels high
Sweat running down your chest
Boy gimme the good %#@!

You the $#&@ing best (uh huh)
I got all night
And I could cancel my day plans

So shut your damn mouth
Boy, run it wit ya hands (yes)


That candy selling
I can get you yelling
Imma lick it all up, uh

Make that cherry POP (x4)



It's time for an encore babe
You gon $#&@ with the best
You better $#&@ with the best

Open your face let her squat
With her tight-grip twat
Luxury lover

No gentlemen above her

Can your man make it pop

Like a popsicle
Hotter than the sun
Melting let it run when he get it wet right through

Turn a (*##$ out
Turn up the temperature
Turn up the volume


All levels high
Sweat running down your chest

Boy gimme the good %#@!
You the $#&@ing best (uh huh)
I got all night

And I could cancel my day plans
So shut your damn mouth
Boy, run it wit ya hands (yes)


Now he a magician
He gon make it pop, fizz

And he gon make that #~!!@ drip
And wet it through before he &&^(
Cause she can be the answer

She can be a bad (*##$
She can be the sugar sweet
Candy $$#, liquorice


It's time for an encore babe
You gon $#&@ with the best

You better $#&@ with the best
Open your face let her squat
With her tight-grip twat

Luxury lover
No gentlemen above her

Can your man make it pop
Like a popsicle

Hotter than the sun
Melting let it run when he get it wet right through
Turn a (*##$ out
Turn up the temperature
Turn up the volume


All levels high
Sweat running down your chest
Boy gimme the good %#@!
You the $#&@ing best (uh huh)

I got all night
And I could cancel my day plans
So shut your damn mouth
Boy, run it wit ya hands (yes)


Now he a magician
He gon make it pop, fizz
And he gon make that #~!!@ drip
And wet it through before he &&^(
Cause she can be the answer
She can be a bad (*##$

She can be the sugar sweet
Candy $$#, liquorice (*##$