Pop Sex Fashion

Praying this thing will let me go

I'm in the city to sell my soul

If you want me then let me know

Say you want me then let me go

I got dressed up with my friends

I got love that's on pretend

I got pressure on my hands

I got **** to defend

And your shit is last season

My shit fresh off the runway

Yeah my sex like parmesan

It feel good on anything

I'm finna go pop and steal the show

'Fore I go pop should let me know

Made a deposit killin the show

If you come by to give me blow then, blow away

You know I like pop sex and fashion

I don't want nothing give me your soul, yeah

You know I like pop sex and fashion

I got dressed up with my friends

I got love that's on pretend

I got pressure on my hands

I got **** to defend

And your shit is last season, my shit fresh off the runway

Yeah my sex like parmesan, it feel good on anything