BLOW MY LOAD (feat. Wanya Morris, Dâm-Funk, Austin Feinstein & Sydney Bennett)

I don't want you thinking I love you 'cause I stay
Girl, I really like you and happy we got laid
I think about your windows like four times in a day
I'm a pervert with a purpose, like a priest who just got saved

Kissing, kissing, I'm on a mission of licking
The holy grail of your body, when you be pissin'
This is a kid from Africa, you, you are a kitchen
I come quicker than pitches from Sammy Sosa
You hoping I'm joking, but first

I'ma eat your pussy 'til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face
But that won't happen 'til I blow my load

I'ma eat your pussy 'til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face
But that won't happen 'til I blow my load

Your pussy tighter than door hinges, I munch you like sandwiches
But not any more 'cause I'm on tour, so
Look: FaceTime your clit, I will jack off my dick
I go hard, shit, I might need ice pack on my wrist

We fucking, I'm pumping, you know it's coming
Bust in a couple of seconds, I'm sweating
I leave you slumped in the back of my truck, butt-naked
Suck it out of me, I leave you with nuttin', get it?
This is what you wanted, this is what you came for

I'ma eat your pussy 'til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face, but-
Blow my load

There's something 'bout the way you pick your cherries (you blow me away)
With your cherry (Cherry Bomb)
Make me feel like 4th of July
(Can't breathe)
Cherry
You light my fireworks
There's something 'bout the way you pick your cherries (you blow me away)
With your cherry bomb

That was new music from the soundtrack of the upcoming film
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Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Okonma
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