Candy Shop

Her hips are slow-mo on the floor when we grind. Long as she ain't stopping, homie, I ain't stopping. Dripping wet with sweat, man, it's on and popping. On my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, it's on. And we gon' sip till every bubble, every bottle is gone. I'll take you to the candy shop. I'll let you lick the lollipop. Go ahead, girl, don't you stop.