So, uhh, what kinds of stuff are you into? That's a bit forward, isn't it? Mmm, well, maybe you could come back to mine if you want Well, you know, if you want to get really dirty
Finger on the button That Cold War threat Finger on the button Got that lover in a cold sweat Finger on the button Finger in a butt Unbutton blouse from bottom up Top off, pop that Drop that like it's hot Pocket full of that wet wet Get wet Are you wet, yet? Let that wet get On him Rim licking likely Like lollipop Like you naughty, bitch Don't act like you forgot Wait What's your name? What's your sign? What's your number? What's your type? Face about Face it now Face her in the mirror Watch that ass go, that ass go What you let go of that ass fo', that ass fo'? Hundred years into makin' nice How we ain't gon' lick that ass? Oh shit, he is Take that finger out and drop it to the damn floor Damn, oh Damage to the dental dam Dentyne fine He like a lot of bite when he grind
Mmm, yeah, I think we should get out of here soon Uh huh I'll bet you're good at that, aren't you? Look at that pretty mouth Now, that's just a bit wrong, isn't it?
A bitch like me only fuck with freaks Wooden paddle on bare cheeks Side-saddle when I ride the beat Hot golden showers on white sheets Deep throatin' with no teeth Rockin' studded collar with a leather leash Spin cycle, rinse, then repeat And the Cake's fast, so come get a piece Thirst trap 'fore I split that Snapchat till yourself get a pic of the dick back Warm it up, serve it up when I freak that Fresh palate if you really tryin' to eat that Glory hole, ha, Killa really peep that Ribbed, feelin' like the scene from the snapback Nibble on a nigga, bite back Sugar cane and honeycombs every time a nigga taste that Bitch, I'm only here to state facts Check his hands till they grab, grab, grab for the chitchat Really wanna come and get that We can meet up in the telly if you're ready for a rematch I'm holstered up, sippin' iced tea A little amnesia, where's your wifey? And I got him open, strokin', pricey Cause to get this hot spot I gotta stay icy Sloppy head all in your backseat Let me lick your sack while we're listening to Cassie You know I'm tryin' to make it nasty And the niggas that I fuck be the type that's tryna bash me Papa thugs tryna smash me Look, I'm'a make it hot Chewing up on my asscheeks I'm just playing, y'all, I'm classy Straight swerve on a nigga if he really tryna gas me
You know, I do have really pretty feet And maybe I can just rub them all over you Yeah, I couldn't that tell you were that type
Too hard to hold, ride it Too wet to touch, don't try it Slide in, inch by a mile Take it with a smile Bind to defiling When you say your child's play is No kids allowed And know this, their shouts is no match for fists And this snatch and grab, it's The steel, the seal is too much You want it, don't touch Your loving on such and such And so what is love? It's just frame of mind And boxed in by sex It's toxic The singe is intoxicating And all the waiting and masturbating The dick is chafing Where's the lotion? Wear the thong you like, you in motion Not too emotional, please Not to worry, you trying to please No love, not now Hot fuck, hop down Off your high horse Cock cray, jockey Stopwatch, cock bang Jack, he, he suck You come, these nuts So numb, so dead Mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' mo' wet Every minute make a motherfucker work for it Fuck it if another motherfucker's hurt for it Stuck in a concussion but the headboard bang Better slam that cane like Kane, and he prayin' For the white sticky licky Got him on a sticky wicket with it Wishing it was ready Wet it up and ride again And in a minute of intimacy, go 'head and pull it out And when you finish, tell the bitch to get up out of your house
Yeah, don't worry I don't expect you to call me next week, not after this Hot fuck No love Hot fuck No loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
