FoxPoint - Slap!

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Verse 1
Walking in the club, I'm the main attraction
Girls be eye-fucking, I don't need direction
Dripping in finesse, dripping in Gucci
Hit the dance floor, movin' like a movie
Mami got that body, she know how to move
She teasing and pleasing, got me in the mood
Neck full of ice, wrist full of bands
Poppin' champagne, ain't followin' no plans
Club lights flashing, bodies grinding close
I'm slick with the tongue, smooth like a cashmere
She want what's under the cloth, that ain't no nightmare

Chorus
I'm in the club, ready to smash, gonna get me some cash
My swag so fresh, I'm gonna make that booty splash
I'm a player, got that sauce, make that ass quake with force
When I slap that booty, ain't no remorse on the course
I've got a stack of hunnids, my swag got me stuntin'
She got that apple bottom, my touch got her blushing

Verse 2
I'm a sex god, lay it down, then I give that ass a tap
Grab it, smack it, make it bounce, I ain't holding back
Confidence radiating, swagger like Gucci on a track
Shoot my shot, ain't missing, scoring goals like a quarterback
Mackin' on that booty like I'm standing on a yacht
Thick thighs, juicy curves, got me feeling like a thot
Bend it over, smack it right, make that ass hot
Atlanta vibes in the air, I hit that like a trap shot
Slap that ass like Zaytoven on the keys, make it sound like a melody
Grippin' it tight, loving the sight, ain't no fake chemistry

Chorus
I'm in the club, ready to smash, gonna get me some cash
My swag so fresh, I'm gonna make that booty splash
I'm a player, got that sauce, make that ass quake with force
When I slap that booty, ain't no remorse on the course
I've got a stack of hunnids, my swag got me stuntin'
She got that apple bottom, my touch got her blushing

Outro
Tap, tap
Tap, tap, tap, tap
Tap, tap
Tap, tap, tap, tap
 
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FoxPoint - Slap!
{Verse 1} Walking in the club, I'm the main attraction Girls be eye-fucking, I don't need direction Dripping in finesse, dripping in Gucci Hit the dance floor,