Hit Liquor

Dead asleep
Wonder, when she'll come to
My hip liquor

Party of mouths, a finger fan courtship
The case of her bones are softer than loose meat
A day on the belt, so, surely I'll get thin
So, really rock, ohh

Dead asleep
Wonder, when she'll come to
My hip liquor

Party of mouths, a finger fan courtship
The case of her bones are softer than loose meat
A day on the belt, so, surely I'll get thin
Wanna watch?

One tag, fingers fold up
Catch your, movies close down, ooh
Moving wild back stabs
My only one is one well fast black gun



Credits
Writer(s): Craig Benjamin Wedren, Stuart Hill, Nathan Larson, Adam Wade
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