Cups 2 (I Invented Popping P*ssy)

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[Verse 2]
Yeah, what the fuck you talking 'bout?
I'm a killer, you can tell just from my potty mouth (Sorry, what?)
I got hotties, I could go on for a happy hour
Hopping on the dick, I go ballistic on his Eddie Bauer (Oops)
In the club like it's 2006
I was not in the club in 2006
Get in the car, I got liquors to mix
I got a problem a DJ can fix (It's my pussy)
Sorry mom and dad, I was just vibing
I get high and I get into it, that's how my life went
How my life goes, I'm on track to meet Kygo
I got typos worrying about five hoes in various locations
If he wants the fire, better come into my station
I got work for hire, need some local entertainment
Hit ‘em with the (ohm) like it's a guided meditation
Popping it like it was my creation

[Chorus]
I invented popping pussy, I invented dropping low
I invented throwing ass and I invented the dance floor
I invented weed and liquor, I invented pills to boot
I have copyrighted midnight and 2:30 AM too

[Post-Chorus]
Double-D cups, put your hands up (Ooh)
Double fisting, fuck a random (Ooh)
Sit on that shit like he's Santa (Ooh)
'Bouta black out like I'm Vanta

[Outro]
No, these bitches are not like me
All these bitches are chopped like cheese
I get cheddar, I get chips like teeth
I get better, I get bitch like please
He want something he can give a lil' squeeze, hold it
Back it up some, I’m 'boutta really throw it
If he got the stick then I could shoot and load it
Take it out like that is really me-coded
Got me gaggin' like a bitch is really full-throated