WHITE COTTON PANTIES...

What greater prize

Can I ask for between these thighs 

Than my pretty pretty flower 

Makes you hard
Beg, steal 

Rub my feet for hours 

You think a fine ass man is a pussy magnet 

Is that what pulls the cooch 

Well pussy hair pulls tug boats baby 

Ain’t that the fuckin truth 

We all know Peter piper would have been better off 

Pickin pussies than peppers 

After-all Mary was quite content
Having a little clam 

Just like my man 

White cotton panties
that’s what he likes 

What bug out his eyes
Along with the cream that comes down my thighs 

when they shift along my ass 

Half on my round cheeks 

Half between the crack 

Its all about that hairy cherry Freddy 

And all the shit it makes you do 

I tell you if that chocha spoke 

You'd be listening like an apostle 

And preaching for it too 

You'd lie for it
die for it 

Pay out the ass if its new
And you haven’t tried it 

It’s the type of trap
That can carry the clap 

When you’d rather it clap around you 

The kind of shit that can make a nigga spit 

Even sing a lyric or two 

That little up and downs song only he can sing 

Red bull got nothin on these wings 

Exercise it ladies 

Keigle keeps it tight 

Hell if we work that shit right 

You'll be cummin every night.