Ground Floor

Whatever one we in, is a hot boi season Hot pepper, garlic, butter, lemon for the season Turned tofu for the vegans My partner thick, type that got to squeeze in, eh! Slap the ass, twerk with um Wow, just dance on rhythm Wow, just *clap clap clap* Just make sure that you ask for permissiooooooon I play masc. I can easily just switch um I be whoever the fuck I want to be whenever I want to be um That right there is the easiest decision Throw me in a dress. I'll still lean like cholo I might show up in heels and just a polo I like boyish girls dressed matching We can gender bend all over the bed mattress, yeee! Keep streaming up my hits tho. I got a whole range If they all cute, might let um run a soul train They can have my whole name We don't really pour drank Still up on the floor cranked No one here pull rank Yo, Fig! Stop rapping before you fuck up the whole thing Eyy, ey ey, chil, chill, chill. Okay, ima calm down Makeup on with the boyish charm Whether his or hers? She still on my arm Sassy little fetish might purr when you pet it Ask no questions, she prefer the aesthetic Wrist so mean. Shorty, crystal clean Whole supreme, feeling two tone green Amethyst for cameras and crowns for queens Channel us. Got stamina. Can't handle us Power from the now Take a sip of your Vulture Pride in your style. Giving lights to the culture Hold back for what? See steeze in the strut Your cup on E. Cause you never had enough Sip Sip. I need every sip Pinky up Let them lick their lips off my lips Kinky love Who said Mother Nature couldn't switch up Like the seasons with this foreplay defense