Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Pudd'n

Boy, be quite, me and tip toe
Don't wanna too much noise
in your window
So down the shades

'Cause my neighbors are of nosy
Comfy, cosy, now off with the
Can I get a witness? fitness
Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it

Lick my belly button, sweet nothings
In my ear to get my in gear
Now, mamma's little baby toast and jam
Melts in your but not in your hand
pudd'n

Separates the from the men
You can knock all day but you can't get in
Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of
And you can leave your fingernails in my back
Now, I may not be a but I'm surely all woman
So it, the proof is in the pudd'n

Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick?
Can I get a Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick,
I get a taste of your pudd'n

Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n jiggle like that
Yeah ain't that a fact, pull out spoon
And begin the mixing, always in the bedroom
in the kitchen you can get busy

With head beneath the blanket
Flip it, spank it, buck naked 'cause women in the 90's
Want more from a than a part-time lover
Who's wack undercover, so brother, do duty
When it comes to the bedroom, let him eat the pudd'n

If he ain't got the head
So, dip, D I P, dive if you be a diver
Sport a helmet a light like an old gold miner
No need to taste test the always fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if gonna make a mess

Can I get my in, no way
Now I eats more than old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa
What about Atlanta? than Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana
So, Molly
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Can I get my in, no way
Now I eats more than old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis lose in Santa Domingo
What about Atlanta? [unverified] than
Saturday night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana
So, Molly
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Can I get my in, no way
Now I eats more than old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis can't lose in Domingo
What about [unverified] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver Rose-ana-ana Dan-a
So, Holy
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Can I get a Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick,
I wanna get a taste of your

Proof is in the pudd'n, so get a taste
I know that you it from the smile on your face
Up and like a slinky, let's get kinky
The in the middle of a Twinkie
I likes my men cot diesel

And if unleaded then nigga, just forget it
You rub my back, or kiss my neck either
you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever
Undercover lover, in the sheets
As the bed springs creak, while I up the beat

Brothers love the pudd'n Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves
But I have getting hickies on my neck in the
'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a
I heats up the mike 'til your blood rises

It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill advertises
Pull out your spoon, and let us
But if you front on the
You might not get your in