

Prompt / Lyrics
⸻ [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.
Tags
rap Bold & wild with slick wordplay, innuendo, and swagger—club-ready heat with punchlines that make crowds erupt.
2:02
No
7/24/2025