My Pussy Tastes Like Pepsi Cola

Bad habit with a pretty reputation

Boys turn stupid in my location (yeah…)

Half temptation, half complication

Walking headline, no explanation

You wanna study every little move

Like a case you gotta prove

But curiosity’s a dangerous groove (mm…)

Baby, I don’t play to lose

Sip slow, that’s the rule

Too much heat for someone cool

One small taste and suddenly

You forgot who’s playing who (oops…)

My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola (ah…)

Pepsi Cola, Pepsi Cola

One more taste, pull you closer (closer…)

Pepsi Cola, Pepsi Cola

My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola (yeah…)

Feel the rush of the soda

Take one sip, lose composure

Pepsi Cola… Pepsi Cola

Pe-Pe-Pepsi Cola (uh…)

Move your body, lose control

Pe-Pe-Pepsi Cola (ah…)

Feel the fizz inside your soul

Pe-Pe-Pepsi Cola (yeah…)

Let the rhythm take you over

Pe-Pe-Pepsi Cola

Sip it slow… Pepsi Cola

Pretty face but the brain’s illegal

Sweet outside but the mind’s cathedral

You thought I’d be something simple (really?)

Baby that would be too predictable

Every rumor gets cinematic

Every whisper gets dramatic (uh…)

You call trouble automatic

I call it charismatic

No apology, no disguise

Watch the chaos multiply (yeah…)

You don’t chase a girl like I

You survive or you comply

Say my name and sparks ignite

Little myth in real life

Some girls want a normal life (boring…)

I prefer the appetite

My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola (ah…)

Pepsi Cola, Pepsi Cola

One more taste, pull you closer (closer…)

Pepsi Cola, Pepsi Cola

My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola (yeah…)

Feel the rush of the soda

Take one sip, lose composure

Pepsi Cola… Pepsi Cola

Pe-Pe-Pepsi Cola (ah…)

Pe-Pe-Pepsi Cola (yeah…)

Pe-Pe-Pepsi Cola

Sip it slow… Pepsi Cola (mm…)