Ms. Poppy

Ooh, she being too cocky No ma'am she ate Don't fucking play with her She's really that girl She said If they want a little taste Tell them simmer in the pot, nigga baste If they want a little taste Tell them niggas hit the spot, it'll chase If they want a little taste Tell them mother finna bake, eat the cake If they want a little taste Tell them niggas go and meet me at the bank Ooh, they say she being too cocky Can't say it to her face? Then stop it Pumped up kicks and a bitch come knocking She blow the whole house down Cause a racket You can't try her, with that tax bracket Bitch you a joke, she ain't got no time for laughing She use men as a stepstool, clock it Garters on her whole body, bitch is iconic Who's that bitch? Who's this trick? Who's that coming in a big Benz Cherries on the dash, she been fucking all her Benjamins We call her Poppy Sweet, wet, iced out Poppy Attitude jaded, hottie And if you look like her, then bitch you better rock it Poppy, poppy, Ms. Poppy She man of the house, doing toppies Down on your knees, give her sloppies And if you look like her, then bitch you better rock it Poppy, poppy, Ms. Poppy She man of the house, doing toppies Down on your knees, give her sloppies And if you look like her, then bitch you better rock it If they want a little taste Tell them simmer in the pot, nigga baste If they want a little taste Tell them niggas hit the spot, it'll chase If they want a little taste Tell them Mother finna bake, eat the cake If they want a little taste Tell them niggas go and meet me at the bank Hold on I know you bitches got a minute Y'all been staying round them niggas Tryna get up in they digits I could never hang around With them single nut niggas Why be busting they chops Just get a steak house dinner? Y'all really silly bitches Just to kick it with a cynic Doing kegels for a nigga Who could never break you in Sit him on your lap Since you he can depend Full throttle in his tunnel And he'll call you fucking daddy She came too strong But she ain't wrong Got the whip in the trunk It wasn't too long She make him look back Make a nigga two step She said shake that fucking ass, little nigga She's styling, a real hot topic Let a nigga go in, and get nauseous He cant handle his fucking birthday cake Lock him up in the closet Who's that bitch? Who's this trick? Who's that coming in a big Benz Cherries on the dash, she been fucking all her Benjamins We call her Poppy Sweet, wet, iced out Poppy Attitude jaded, hottie And if you look like her, then bitch you better rock it Poppy, poppy, Ms. Poppy She man of the house, doing toppies Down on your knees, give her sloppies And if you look like her, then bitch you better rock it Poppy, poppy, Ms. Poppy She man of the house, doing toppies Down on your knees, give her sloppies And if you look like her, then bitch you better rock it If they want a little taste Tell them simmer in the pot, nigga baste If they want a little taste Tell them niggas hit the spot, it'll chase If they want a little taste Tell them Mother finna bake, eat the cake If they want a little taste Tell them niggas go and meet me at the bank