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[Verse 1]
Step up to the plate, her eyes get big when I enter,
Thick cob in hand, unleashed it from my zipper.
Her hands on this corn, her lips and a mission,
One-on-one showdown, to show me what she’s dishin.
She don’t bite, nah, she ready with finesse,
Throw that fit to the floor, no mess on the dress.
Her eyes wide — she’s ready I bet
Pressure on, but she ain’t breakin’ no sweat.
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m leanin’ in, holdin’ that stick,
Corn on the cob, but the vibe so slick.
Technique strong, I start to cheer,
When that butter pop — yeah, it’s crystal clear.
[Chorus]
Butter up, baby, better earn that crown,
Slide smooth, let me unleash that flavor down.
No teeth, just heat, in the Head Queen zone,
When the butter flow — I wanna hear you moan.
[Verse 2]
Top off, showstop — she came to compete,
Spins those hands like she workin’ the beat.
Grip game tight, got a champion’s stance,
Every move planned like a well rehearsed dance.
She twirl, she tilt, got ‘em gaspin’ for more,
Gagging and slobbering like daddy’s good little hor.
Not just a game — it’s Olympic class,
With a gold medal drip when the butter blasts.
[Bridge]
I lean in close, whisperin’ “Good Girl,”
After I go off giving you that necklace of pearl.
Dripping out of your lips and down your body
All over the place and covering your ta des
[Final Chorus]
On your knees, baby, it’s a show i crave,
Hair pined back, Smooth operator with your technique fave.
Legend status when that golden drop hits,
Head Queen reign — yeah, she always makes it fits.
Details
GeneratedJul 24, 2025
Duration2:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap Bold & wild with slick wordplay, innuendo, and swagger—club-ready heat with punchlines that make crowds erupt.
Credits
Prompt by
nightwerks
nightwerksModelAria v4
