Y.A.N.K.

That's what I say
You're A Nasty Kisser
That's why I never diss ya

Every time that you're with me
I fall in love witcha
Because when you spit on me
I say you're a nasty kisser-er-er

This is a gross fest, doing the most-est
You can bite my ear but you'll only get that close-est
I can hear that slobbering that slipping and that sloppiling
When you hit my line oh my panties do come offa me

Spit in my BLEEP
Make it nice and BLEEP
The sound of your spit sends shivers down my BLEEP
BLEEP in the BLEEP
That's just the way I like it
Make my BLEEP whisper, Dyam he's kinda killing it

Y. A. N. K.
That's what I say
You're A Nasty Kisser
That's why I never diss ya

Every time that you're with me
I fall in love witcha
Because when you spit on me
I say you're a nasty kisser-er-er

When we, got down to business put my hands on your hips
We kept on kissing didn't realize there was blood on my lips
And I said, there's something wrong, you see this blood right here?
And then I felt my bottom lip and it became very clear
That when, we were just kissing you got carried away
Because a chunk of my bottom lip had gone astray
So I left the hospital with 17 stitches
That's the last fuckin time I kiss those yank ass bitches

You said come and get you some
Then hit me with that tongue
That shit almost made me UH
I'MMA SHOOT WET LIKE A WATERGUN
You say, Wait, I've just begun
I say, What haven't we done?
You say, Spit onto my tongue
I was stunned but it was fuuuuuuun

Y. A. N. K.
That's what I say
You're A Nasty Kisser
That's why I never diss ya

Every time that you're with me
I fall in love witcha
Because when you spit on me
I say you're a nasty kisser-er-er