NASCAR! Lyrics

(I'm not the coochie man, but I'm boutta take a coochie stance)

I beat the coochie up like a race car (Vroom)

Light speed, shootin star

Real fast, NASCAR!

Oh sh*t did I make her coochie fart

It's automatic when I make the coochie hallow (Hmmm)

Oh sh*t shawty coochie is a swallow

Not a bird but she screamin like a vowel

Knees knockin like freezin or she got loose bowels

I'm bout to bust she was telling me to slow down

Lemme take a break, (Ahhh) Like a Kit Kat

Came back in the room, no hold bars

I was beatin up that coochie like the avatar

I looked at her and she looked at me

(Grrrr grrr) I feel like a King

She riding duck like a rodeo showdown

Pass me a cap and gown, I'm feelin like the man now

Tryna stay composed while she bounce like a pogo

Going up and down and back again like a yo-yo

Slow-mo I ain't gonna rush, Code Liyoko

Got her drippin like a rainy day out in SoHo

Wet like my diamonds flash for the camera

They don't have manners, so I go bananas

I'm a city boy I still be flexin in pajamas

You don't know my body but I have a lot of stamina

Feel like a poacher

Hit it from the back and make it clap like I coach her

Every time I come around she says that I'm the teacher

But I do my homework, I always find a way to make her wet like the ocean

I beat the coochie up like a race car

Light speed like a shootin star

Real fast NASCAR! (Vroom)

Oh sh*t did I make her coochie fart

It's automatic when I make the coochie hallow (Grrr)

Yea yea, shawty coochie is a swallow

Not a bird but she screamin like a vowel

Knees knockin like she freezin or she got loose bowels

I'm getting money like J P Morgan

Haters talk a lot but they really be boring

Scoring, I make moves while you snoring

See me at the top like a valedictorian

So my finger slips on the trigger, butterfingers but I see through all my enemies like bullets with precision

I step in the room

Changin up the mood

Young J Smoove bout to turn you into prunes

Yea my flow is violent, you see my environment

When I'm in the studio the mic be catching fireman

I'm hotter than a skillet, you can feel it in ya bones

I got you Harlem shakin flakin Imma call you Quaker Oats

I beat the coochie up like a race car (Vroom)

Light speed, shootin star

Real fast, NASCAR!

Oh sh*t did I make her coochie fart