Iggy AzaleaDown South

[Hook:] Lookin' up north while you touchin' down south I'm sayin' where I want it, so you takin' it out I'm lookin up north while you touchin' down south I'm sayin' where I want it, so you takin' it out Keep on going, going, going, going, going down south Keep on going, going, going, going, going kiss that mouth Keep on going, going, going, going, going down south Keep on going, going, going, going, going kiss that mouth Kiss that muah, muah, muah (4x) Kiss that! He went down and he kissed it This pink (meow) no lipstick More like lip gloss when it's sticky Ain't no b***h bossin' like Iggy I'm gettin' head with my shades on He head over heels, he wake on Got his face lookin' all painted on When he done gettin' his taste on But aint no returnin' this favor When you get done put your name on this waver Makin a statement bout how you ate this Fittin'a put it and finna? I'm givin' it to you no chaser But this (meow) be wet on the rocks Iggy do fades, and braids it really don't matter This p***y gon' drip on them locks That Hello Kitty; no pencil pouch This p***y neat like it's stenciled out I got his tongue shinin', call him Mr. Clean It's like Listerine when he rinse it out I got his girls callin' on missions now When they say they mad 'cause they missin' out But I'm very fine and his face is clogged And he say he love it when he kissin' now [Hook:] Jumpin' out the dam like a mot*****in' laker hoe Do me one favor, don't do me no favors And I get 380 every time he 360s Got my old dude calling, go my new dude with me Startin' in the A then he lead me the Bay Pit stop in Texas? Ask him "baby, how it taste, I bet it taste good' Pullin' out in slauson; I better taste hood Got me like "yeah, I'm Gucci, Ferragamo, and Louis" No department stores I'm in boutiques If it ain't high class it don't suit me Got that bubblicious; that chewy Make your man act like a groupie You like fruit then imagine I'm smoothie P***y Monster; give me that tunechi Said he want a blow fish, I'm hoodie Follow my legs to my booty Self sufficient I do me Broke hoes think I'm boujee Moody... Who me? Why man? I'm rudie So I drop the top on my two seat While he roll his tongue on my tootsie [Hook:]
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