Sticky Lyrics

Put your heart, fuck it up

Lipgloss sticky, attitude bitchy
How I taste? Peachy
He wanna lick my keke
I don't drip, I'm leaky
In that thing knee deep
Have him singing with me-

Oh oh oh, oh oh it's the thing to do
Oh oh, got my hands on you
Oh oh, it's the thing to do
Oh oh, got my hand on you

I'm in a forgein whip
Crossing the boarder, shit
You can't afford the tip
You can't afford to hit
Twerk on some florida shit
He can't get bored with this
That's why he ice my wrist
Who you know rock it like this?

Ah, he call me his lil baby
Now he wanna claim me
I be playing hard to get they say I'm acting shady
I be on my own time, that lil shit don't faze me

Lipgloss sticky, attitude bitchy
How I taste? Peachy
He wanna lick my keke
I don't drip, I'm leaky
In that thing knee deep
Have him singing with me-

Oh oh oh, oh oh it's the thing to do
Oh oh, got my hands on you
Oh oh, it's the thing to do
Oh oh, got my hand on you

I'm on him singing all night
I heard he got some lil pipes
If it don't drip it ain't right
If it don't drip it ain't mine
Vi-Vicky secrets on my hips, throw that lil shit to the side
In the deep end with the ship, we going swimming tonight

Ah, he call me his lil baby
Now he wanna claim me
I be playing hard to get they say I'm acting shady
I be on my own time, that lil shit don't faze me

Lipgloss sticky, attitude bitchy
How I taste? Peachy
He wanna lick my keke
I don't drip, I'm leaky
In that thing knee deep
Have him singing with me-

Oh oh oh, oh oh it's the thing to do
Oh oh, got my hands on you
Oh oh, it's the thing to do
Oh oh, got my hand on you