Down South lyrics

[Chorus]

I'm looking up north while you touching down south

Im saying where I want it so you takin it out.....

Keep on going, going, going down south

Keep on going, going, gone and kiss that mouth

[Repeat]

Kiss that. mwah, mwah, mwah...

[Verse 1]

He went down and he kissed it. This pink pussy no lipstick

More like lip gloss when its sticky. Ain't no bitch bossin like Iggy

Im gettin head with my shades on. He head over heels he way gone

Got his face looking all painted on. When he done gettin his taste on

But ain't no returnin the favor

When you get done put yo name on this waiver

Makin a statement. Bout how you ate this... Banana pudding and vanilla wafer

Im given it to you no chaser... But this pussy be wet on the rocks

Iggy do fades and braids it really don't matter. This pussy gone drip on them locks

That hello kitty no pencil pouch. This pussy neat like its stenciled out

I got his tongue shining call him Mr Clean. Its like listerine when he rinse it out

Got these girls callin on missions now & they say they mad cause they missin' out

But im verifying his face card and he say he love it when he kiss it now

[Chorus]

I'm looking up north while you touching down south

Im saying where I want it so you takin it out.....

Keep on going, going, going down south

Keep on going, going, gone and kiss that mouth

[Repeat]

Kiss that. mwah, mwah, mwah...

[Verse 2]

Im Jumping out the gym like a muthafuckin laker, ho

Do me one favor. Don't do me no favors

And I get 380... Every time he 360

Got my old dude calling. Got my new dude with me

Started in the A.... then he licked me to the bay...

Pit stop in Texas... Slow it up, drank

Askin Baby how it taste? I bet it taste good

I be coolin out on slauson... I bet it taste hood

Got me like Yeah, I'm Gucci.... Farragamo an louie

No department stores im in boutiques

If it ain't high class it don't suit me

Got that bubbleisious, that chewy. Make yo man act like a groupie

You like fruit? then imagine I'm smoothie

Pussy monster.... give me that tunchi

Said he wanna blow fish... I'm hootie. Follow my legs... to my booty

Self sufficient I do me... Broke hoes think I'm boujee

Moody who me? wild and unruly

So I drop the top on that 2 seat while his tounge roll on my tootsie

• Artist:Iggy Azalea
• Album:Trap Gold (2012)