Текст песни Soft Serve - Junk

We was at her spot, she was cookin' me a crêpe (ay)
Told me, couldn't have it 'til she went and put her pussy on my face (mm)
That pussy I knead dough, call it cookie or a cake
I beat it up, she call my dick a bull, it was great
Shit was so wet, it's like I took her to the lake
Wasn't lookin' for a date, left my hoodie at her place
She was smokin', I ain't talkin' about the cush or on a vape
Was a good girl, the fuck, you like a hooter for the pay, ay

Thought she was thot (thot), problem she was not (not)
Pulled a rock of molly out and bottles of Ciroc
Saw a photo of her man, thought I'll probably get shot
It's ironic, he a sucker, and she on my lollipop
Fuckin' all night (night), fuckin' all day (day)
She jumped me Solange, elevator hallway
Wanted to grind on my wood, call it a Beyoncé
Took my talent down south, I ain't talkin' 'Bron James

I eat if from the back, know where to find her spot
'Cause I read her like a map
Take a bite out her apple, 'cause I eat it like a MAC
Y'all are fruity, I got two booties peaches on my lap
She called her friend up, and she a freak up in the sack
Wanted to film everything, I said, "Delete it from your snap"
I have a girl, I ain't tryin' to show I'm cheatin' on that ass
Haven't had to lie since me at DMV to pass

She lick it like it's soft serve
She leanin' on it, like it's cough syrup (cough syrup)
We were three weeks at my concert
In the back, gettin' top word, I'm so popular (popular)

Her creamy cookie grindin' on me, call it clockwork (clockwork)
She grabbed my piece, started to pump, that's Mossberg
Have her screamin', "Oh, my God!" That's a proverb
'Til her bun must hurt, now, there's ketchup on my bratwurst
Had the broad swerve on soft serve

She got a ticket to my dick, 'cause she just wanna ride
She treat it like a trip on it, she just wanna fly
I'm like, "Alright"
She razor sharp, goin' Mach 10, she a pro on it, she just wanna glide

Her kitty on the D, she a donut
Crazy over money, so, I fill her with the cream
I's whippin' in the kitchen, she was drippin' in the sheets
That's breakfast in bed, handle business every week (whoa-whoa!)

Got the soft serve, yeah, they in it for the treat
That's nothing new, like bringin' a nude stripper to the beach (we seen it)
Two scoops of vanilla for the heat
Got yo' boo, and she bringin' it like it is delivery

To my doorstep, fuckin' like a porn set
She be rockin' on my wood, not talkin' on a porch desk
My thing a Stringray, and I ain't talkin' Corvettes
More or less, I'ma get your whore to give me more head (yeah)

She lick it like it's soft serve
She leanin' on it, like it's cough syrup (cough syrup)
We were three weeks at my concert
In the back, gettin' top word, I'm so popular (popular)

Her creamy cookie grindin' on me, call it clockwork (clockwork)
She grabbed my piece, started to pump, that's Mossberg
Have her screamin', "Oh, my God!" That's a proverb
'Til her bun must hurt, now, there's ketchup on my bratwurst
Had the broad swerve on soft serve (on soft serve)

Yeah, that shit's dope, really dope
But you need, like, you need like a party track, you know?
Something for the squad