Hey Girl

Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Just so you know Don't leave the house with a little kiss when your man man got a big ego Fronting on the cat, don't play like, I, I, I, I gots to go Cut it out, give your man what he dreams about T-shirt and some heels on while he chase you all around the house Get em real bad, drop it low and bring it back Oh he ain't gotta ask cause I do it for my man Wind it up slow, put him on the front row Tell him welcome to the show, yeah I do that for my man He wanna piece of something sweet all night He want that good to the last drop like mine He want that sugar, he want that sugar He want that sugar, sugar (He want that hot sugar, sugar) I'll be his sweet little mama all the time And we can do it now or later that's fine He want that sugar, he want that sugar He want that sugar, sugar Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it He said I'm sexy right, I told him close his eyes I lit a candle in the room that was the only light I turned the speakers up, I told him he could look She got that in the oven, that sugar taste so good Ain't never harmed with a lil loving, long as I make it sweet Got the good that always bring my baby to his knees Never let him leave out hungry, he got that fever Never let him leave out hungry, you gots to please He wanna piece of something sweet all night He want that good to the last drop like mine He want that sugar, he want that sugar He want that sugar, sugar (He want that hot sugar, sugar) I'll be his sweet little mama all the time And we can do it now or later that's fine He want that sugar, he want that sugar He want that sugar, sugar Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Kiss me heat it up, make it stop, be a sugar fiend Watch me heat it up, sugar rush, can you make it stick Kiss me heat it up, make it stop, be a sugar fiend Watch me heat it up, sugar rush, can you make it stick He wanna piece of something sweet all night He want that good to the last drop like mine He want that sugar, he want that sugar He want that sugar, sugar (He want that hot sugar, sugar) I'll be his sweet little mama all the time And we can do it now or later that's fine He want that sugar, he want that sugar He want that sugar, sugar Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it

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