Hot six foot seven, givin' BDE

You need a good secretary for that print in your jeans

Might get you busted, but don't call the police

You can keep that mouth shut, leave it all up to me

Grip it, top it

I'ma be the pilot of your cockpit

Lip gloss, pitstop

The way I twist that dick (Stick), have you burning up like a Tesla

Total (Total) control – you do it to me (Yeah)

XO, my dick turned to a pussy (Puss)

XXL, I'm just that shit you ain't on (Ah)

My sex sell: take hard, bang hard, wet mascara face card

Iconic fab, diva thread

He can't lose that, they be mad

Iconic fab, diva thread

He can't lose that, they be mad

In the dark, there's nowhere to go

I'm an angel, boy, I will cleanse your soul

Wanna wear your skin, your knife to my throat

Know you like that, bitch – now take off my clothes

Clip my wings, babe – what are you afraid of?

We'll do everything we should be ashamed of

You can hide from the light like your famous

But I'm still gonna see what your made of

I don't feel bad (I don't feel bad), 'cause it's a special talent (Uh)

It's sticky-sweet (Sticky-sweet), and I don't mind a camera

I'm in the pool, my shit is slipping and sliding

We fucking wall-to-wall tonight

Grip it, top it

I'ma be the pilot of your cockpit

Lip gloss, pitstop

The way I twist that dick (Stick), have you burning up like a Tesla

Total (Total) control – you do it to me (Yeah)

XO, my dick turned to a pussy (Puss)

XXL, I'm just that shit you ain't on (Uh)

My sex sell: take hard, bang hard, wet mascara face card

Iconic fab, diva thread

He can't lose that, they be mad

Iconic fab, diva thread

He can't lose that, they be mad