Silicone Shots Dance by Kenji Fineberg Lyrics
Aww baby don't stop
Let me see that booty pop
Cornbread fed
No silicone shots
Make it pop go slim chick
Heavy on the top
Goose in your cup
And you ain't even spill a drop
Give her props
Go big girl pop and make it rock
If you say you hot
Who are they to say you not
Ms. Hour Glass Clock
Got it lock tic tok
The way you booty pop
Raised the price of your stock
She just got paid
Gucci bag full of gwap
Soho Madison
Now she gotta shop
There's no comparison
Cream of the crop
Girls wanna get
Everything that she cop
She got that back muscle hustle
Every dude wanna knock
Low rider bounce
Every ounce no shocks
Traffic's automatic
When she walks down the block
L.A. New York
Tokyo to Bangkok
Sexy in her J jeans
Shirt no straps
Rubbin' on her salines
We close no gaps
Dance queen routine
House soul clap
Later on she gets the vaccine
Protein sap
Her man is a herb
Loves the way Cudi raps
Playin' with his
Android iPhone apps
Room at the Plaza
Ragazza on my lap
I'm the main course
Her man is the scraps
I'm on that club music underground
Time for me to change the sound
I'mma flip this song around
Rearrange and slow it down
She got this runway strut
That's pretty hard to ignore
Waist 24
Hips and booty galore
Chanel lipstick
On that cocktail straw
Can't pop a tag off her swag
Or buy her class in a store
She can rock a pair of tights
Or european couture
Known for making other chicks
Feel real insecure
Her demeanor when I see her
Always sexy and mature
Think I want her now
Even more than before
Let me see that booty pop
Cornbread fed
No silicone shots
Make it pop go slim chick
Heavy on the top
Goose in your cup
And you ain't even spill a drop
Give her props
Go big girl pop and make it rock
If you say you hot
Who are they to say you not
Ms. Hour Glass Clock
Got it lock tic tok
The way you booty pop
Raised the price of your stock
She just got paid
Gucci bag full of gwap
Soho Madison
Now she gotta shop
There's no comparison
Cream of the crop
Girls wanna get
Everything that she cop
She got that back muscle hustle
Every dude wanna knock
Low rider bounce
Every ounce no shocks
Traffic's automatic
When she walks down the block
L.A. New York
Tokyo to Bangkok
Sexy in her J jeans
Shirt no straps
Rubbin' on her salines
We close no gaps
Dance queen routine
House soul clap
Later on she gets the vaccine
Protein sap
Her man is a herb
Loves the way Cudi raps
Playin' with his
Android iPhone apps
Room at the Plaza
Ragazza on my lap
I'm the main course
Her man is the scraps
I'm on that club music underground
Time for me to change the sound
I'mma flip this song around
Rearrange and slow it down
She got this runway strut
That's pretty hard to ignore
Waist 24
Hips and booty galore
Chanel lipstick
On that cocktail straw
Can't pop a tag off her swag
Or buy her class in a store
She can rock a pair of tights
Or european couture
Known for making other chicks
Feel real insecure
Her demeanor when I see her
Always sexy and mature
Think I want her now
Even more than before