I hate when I gotta rap
It's the only way you bitches listen
Oil on my skin, you see it glisten
Imagine how it feels to be in it, in it
End up, at the end of the night at my place wit it
Do that thing
Eyes locked on my face wit it
With enough tick tock
Spin the block like it's Tetris
I never forgot but I'll forgive if you stretch this
Deep voice and a fat puss
Five' two" wit a big foot
I stay in the cut
I don't like nobody lookin
Ask me where I'm at
Bitch I'm in the kitchen cooking
Ooh, what you making, girl?
Some hot shit
Realized I'm not a party girl after Pop Shit
I'd rather sit back and relax on some couches
Up under the lights, share a laugh and a mouth kiss
Kiss
I wanna kiss you, baby
Kiss