Terri & Foxy Soundtracks

Mm-mm…
She used to be proud.
Now look at her.
Bent over, drippin’.
That’s a cow now. Ain’t no comin’ back.

Move that ass, cow — make it clap!
Jiggle them udders, don’t hold back.
Put a smile on, girl — let us see,
You a fat tit bitch and that’s all you be.

Bent low, steel collar ‘round her neck,
No panties, no shame, no self-respect.
Tits hang down, milk splash the floor,
They say, "Shake that rump — give us more."

Arch that back — make them hips roll,
She used to talk back, now she know her role.
Too fat for jeans, too wet for lace,
Turn ‘round, cow, show us that face.

Let that milk go, flood them thighs,
You a leaking freak with them cowgirl cries.
Smile wide, swing them hips,
You was a girl once — now you just tits.

Too swollen now, no clothes fit,
Booty too fat, brain ain’t worth shit.
Naked’s better — that’s the rule,
Bent over bare like livestock in school.

No future, no dream — just udders and ass,
You a Two-Ton Bessie with no class.
Stay drippin’, girl, bent in that pose,
Steel collar tight — that’s how it goes.

Move that fat ass — keep it goin’!
Milk them titties, keep on flowin’!
Moo, cow — don’t act shy,
You ours now — ‘til the day you die.

She used to have a name.
Now she just moans.
Bend it low.
Let it drip.
Ain’t no girl left — just a cow that twitch.

He been droolin’ since senior year,
But now he payin’ to sit behind my tits.
Ain’t that some shit?

Zane in the front row, pants on tight,
Droolin’ at my nipples lit up in the light.
He call me “cow,” but still tips big,
Wanna watch my tits bounce, see my ass jig.

Talkin’ like he hate me, “dirty little spic,”
But he moans when I ride, grindin’ real thick.
Sayin’ I’m trash, but he buys every dance—
Stiff in the seat, tryna hide in his pants.

Milk money, baby, pay to touch the dream,
But don’t you dare reach for my cream.
Boobs out, bounce like sin,
You want the show? Put the dollars in.

Milk money, baby, pay for the view,
You want this ass? That’s not for you.
Hate me, want me, suck it up, cholo—
You still beg to taste my leche solo.

He say my pussy ain’t clean, but he stare too long,
Tongue twitchin’ like he singin’ a hucow song.
Yeah, these nipples? Got him hypnotized,
Tryna act tough, but his dick don’t lie.

Shakin’ these tits in his racist face,
He came back six nights—same damn place.
Titties so full, they drip on the pole,
He call me a slut, but I’m takin’ control.

You used to call me stuck-up, Zane,
Now you spend your nights under my milk rain.
Your words say “whore,” but your eyes say “please,”
Watch me squeeze these udders—drop to your knees.

Milk money, baby, lick your pride,
My tits got rhythm, my hips don’t lie.
Touch my skin, you lose your hand,
Ain’t no love here—just supply and demand.

Milk money, baby, suck it up slow,
Drippin’ wet while I own the show.
Boobs, pussy, ass on fire—
You just fuel for a brown girl’s empire.

Keep talkin’ shit, Zane.
I’ll keep countin’ your dollars.
One grind at a time.