Look at that lady she wears bitch heels The top of the blood that's how we got skills You can give her candy, pretend that she's ten You can make her call you dad, she won't tell her friends You can push her around, you can say she's no good She's more than a tramp, she's not misunderstood But we all know she is too clean She don't know what she did so she's down on her knees
Start packing up meat, send it by the ounce I'll give you fifteen bucks to see those titties bounce Root canal exposed through a single bone Your dick is her pet and it's undergrown I'll make her cum, make her perspire When she's crying in pain your dick is on fire We got some spare change, you're all for me You better pimp yourself for the guillotineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
