Blastoff
I had to slow it down for this beat just a little Since we’re rocking now, let me play with your fiddle Clothes to take off, shots start busting like a missile Are you hungry, baby girl? In your stomach, put my pickle Im so sorry, baby girl, now I have you walking like a cripple When your friends ask about me, all you can do is smile and giggle I love your juicy titties; With my mouth I make em jiggle Now come here my sexy lady, and let me take a nibble I lust for you, baby Got me going crazy Maybe have some babies Hold up, that’s a maybe Don’t you move so hasty I make your pussy rainy When you hop in my Mercedes You came in my Mercedes You Benz a freaky lady We fuck until we’re lazy Then I eat the cake, its tasty I love that sweet ol' pastry You can call me on the daily I’ll deliver all my dairy But sometimes it gets rotten, so these feelings I might bury
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