I got that authentic shit
Wishing you were the Drug Coochie
Lord so you can gain a profit
From it…
Just one pinky taste
And you know it’s the real shit
No baking soda included
Having private meetings
Behind closed doors
Wondering when in the fuck
You gonna have me on all fours

I got you addicted
Your pen steady inflected
Don’t get it twisted
You live for this shit
Hell
You about to kill for this shit
Got your hormones
Running rampid
Your dick stay calling me
“it be calling me”
like your name Pooky and shit

Upside heads you be
Beating dudes
Just cause they’re in line ahead of you

Craving me
Praising me
Fucking me
Poetically
Loving me
Unconditionally
Jerking off to my name
Uncontrollably

I got you like a fiend
Sniffin me
All in between
And I taste like
Your fave
(co-co cream)
Yeah I got you freaky like that
come on Daddy
you want some of my crack?

I bet you do
My pussy done made
An addict out of you!

Eat it
Love it
Smell it
Fuck it

You know you want to…
You’re probably hard as a rock


Ain’t

You?