I say, “He so sweet,” make her wanna lick the (w)rapper
So I let her lick the (w)rapper
I love to befuddle ladies of my peerage by claiming the succulence of myself,
As if I were a candied bar!
In this subterfuge I succeed in exciting her—the collective woman—libido
To the point wherein she would like to lick me
—Both me as the emcee, or “rapper,” as it were, and the sweetmeat’s wax paper sheath!
She, she lick me like a lollipop (4x)
She—she licked me like a sticky-pop! (repeated as a quatrain)
Shawty want a thug, bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump, you know I’d like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps
This Venus prefers a delinquent,
Specifically one who is able to purchase varieties of liquor at the nearest nightclub.
This enchantress wants in fact to copulate,
And I’m sure you’re aware, madam, of my self-evident interest
In caressing your bosom and derrière.