Skin tight, she too bad
On her own wave, oh like a durag
Pick her up in the Maybach
And she already know it
Can I have her flow no top
Like zero-G, this dream is reality
The leggings, Lulu masterpiece
Sizzling hot like a stove
Translucent robe like ghost
When she throw it back on the pole
Her head go woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
No panties, leggings gone
Hey baby, where you from?
Them thighs they way too toned
Two or ten times in a row
Two or ten times in a row
Two or ten times in a row
Two or ten times in a row
You know I like it when you walking in them Lulu Lemons
There's something about the way that ass be movin' when you in 'em
All they wear is Lulu Lemons
All they wear is Lulu Lemons
Something about the way you look
Like what's the finish line?
No, we can't optimize
Baby, you in your prime
Those thighs they get me high like a snow commercial
It's a private flight
Those legs make me cuddle tight
Her head on the curve out
Photo Motorola wrap yourself around me like an anaconda
Get me high like solar make me pop like soda
And if we up inside the clouds, no we ain't coming down
Those Lulu Lemons make me crazy, make me crazy now
Two or ten times in a row
Two or ten times in a row
Two or ten times in a row