Текст песни Cherry Bomb - Slim Poppins

Aye,
Aye, aye, aye

Name another bitch looking this mean
Looking like fresh out the fucking magazine
Said I'm looking like fresh out your motherfucking dreams
Plus I gotta couple niggas wanna play on my team, on my team

I don't let 'em touch but I know they feel it
And I ain't have an off day in a minute
Bitch I'm feeling myself to the motherfucking limit
Then add a lil more cause bitch that's just what I'm giving, hold up

I just got a check, I been putting in that work
Running to the bank, sneakers and a mini skirt
Boss bitch yea he see it, he ain't gotta search
Said he wanna fuck wit me, I just think he want the perks (like)

Hair, growing
Pussy, flowing
Pockets, swole
Jewelry, glowing
Sugar, spice
Body, nice
Couple, tricks
With my, lips

Cherry bomb man I swear I'm about to blow
Said he want a taste told him I just want the dough
Treat me like desert baby cherry popsicle
Dripping out his mouth till I gotta fucking go, gotta go

Cherry bomb, about to blow
He wanna taste, I want the dough
Like desert, popsicle
Dripping drip, gotta go, gotta go

I pull up fresh off the road
I don't wanna talk to you no
They fly me out to your city
Green light I'm always on go

How you that bitch but you jacking
You ain't about it you capping
Stop with the shit man you acting
Like a director I'm ready for action

Low-key, they check for me on the internet
Fake love cause they shook, know I been a threat
So cold bitches sick, think they need a vet
If I start taxing hoes they gon' be in crazy debt

Slimmy Poppins like mary in my bag
Show the fuck out any time I wanna brag
Always with my bitches every single one bad
And every single one of us got in with the pack

What you know about getting this high?
What you know about being this fly?
What you know about looking this fine?
What you know about? What you know about?

Cherry bomb man I swear I'm about to blow
Said he want a taste told him I just want the dough
Treat me like desert baby cherry popsicle
Dripping out his mouth till I gotta fucking go, gotta go

Cherry bomb, about to blow
He wanna taste, I want the dough
Like desert, popsicle
Dripping drip, gotta go, gotta go

Supa dupa fly hoe I'm on my Missy
Hard to get a hold voicemail hoe I'm busy
Outta town couple weeks so that nigga miss me
In Miami on the beach sitting real pretty

Make it back with a couple more racks
Do it all again like I'm on a racetrack
Cherry bomb like a runaway track yeah
Cherry bomb like a runaway track yeah