It's cool that we create our
Now, relax your body, your soul, let mind be free You know Mr is hanging so come swing with me Honey, I'll take you for a or better yet ride you I love to be inside you, so peep the that I do
First lick you from your pimples to your corns 'Cause ain't no hoe perfect, only in the porns Come with me and then me come My the only thing that'll make you say humm
Seven, six, five, four, three, Come on, big pussy, come and get Without haste, time I won't waste But if you want a taste bring neck brace
I'm extremely long, slow down, choke fast Tip so big the Heimlich man oeuvre couldn't save ass Not to be bragging, tonsils I'll be tagging Yes, I'm going to use a bag and to keep you gagging
So what's up, honey? No, you get no money But I can tempt tummy with the taste of nut and honey The Sugar Dick can If you do for me do for you, a one-night stand
I'll hit you off, baby, shit I'm not But I a can of FDS in case I smell fish With a flick of the tongue I can your hedge I lick so much clit you'd my name was Big Reg
Of course, take you out and wine and dine you first But, hold up, no drinks, I want to quench thirst Now why you blushing, baby, I see you Itching and scratching at neck so very often
Tell Mr Lawnge your every and I'll devote No, you don't need a Luden or a Halls, coat your throat You can't deny so try to get fly Or I'll just say bye-bye, you why?
'Cause it's cool ya cause a cosy condition That we create, cause our mission 'Cause it's cool when ya cause a condition That we create, cause that's our 'Cause it's cool ya cause a cosy condition we create, cause that's our mission
Aww shit, girl, don't get me I'll put you on your knees and grab your like you was Martin Wet Moet, she played the piper like a pal What a great gal with a mouthful of
'Cause honey saw me romping with the She wants to feel the on her lower pelvic region I'll do the things you believe, I won't leave you falling niggas that 'get it and come' like their mother's calling
Check it, knee it, I'll feel it, I'll give it crazy joy I've been fantasizing 'bout you since Ola Ray was in Playboy No shit, I'm and I want to get physical And leave you noises like the sound of a busy call
On the phone, I'm nasty, be you wash your hands Live, I'm playing like it was a rubber band Inside you, me, the plastic You'll like it when I finish and your is acting spastic
Slow down, babes, I'll get a towel for a clean And your uniform, honey, you made the Hip hip hooray to you, and all the Exercise and for our next home game
Here's to all the bona fide style With lipstick on my boxers, I think of you and smile You wild child, thanks for the love, it's on The sweaty roll, and thanks for not trying to touch my butthole Now your girls I want them to meet my 'lil fren' Nah, I'm playing, until I see you again