Never Knew
Lookin like hot girl summer
But you're cold all the time
Ok, Truth
The first eighteen years of my life
My dick was on strike
I was sexually repressed
I never knew that she could suck it suck it like that
Now I'm doin my shit
I'm gettin it in real quick
Toppin a thot cause she thick
Hop in that box with my lil stick
Givin her sloppy top
God damn I can't resist
She never give up
I'll never give in
She tellin her fears
I tell her a secret while I'm slippin it in
I'm fuckin a thot with a slippy slip
She wanna hop on top
Gettin down to business
I'll be the witness
And I'll probably be dead by the end
She pullin my hair
I keep it long for this shit
She tellin me truth or dare as if I give a shit
As if it'll make a difference
Ok, Truth
The first eighteen years of my life
My dick was on strike
I was sexually repressed
I never knew that she could suck it suck it like that
Like I'm bout to have a heart attack
With the way she throwin it back, like damn
I'mma need a glass of water or some shit
Matter fact, just pass the gin and tonic
Cause I need that sweet and sour bad bitch on this cock
Fuck a nine to five o'clock shift, I'm a six to nine guy
Cause the first eighteen years of my life
My dick was on strike
I was sexually repressed
I never knew that she could suck it suck it like that
Like I'm bout to have a heart attack
With the way she throwin it back, like damn
I'mma need a glass of water or some shit
Matter fact, just pass the gin and tonic
Pass the gin and tonic my way
Pass the gin and tonic
Pass the gin
Pass pass pass pass
Pass the gin and tonic
My way
Pass the gin
Gin gin gin
Pass the gin and tonic my way
Pass it just
Pass the gin and tonic
Toppin a thot cause she thick
God damn I can't resist
Damn, god
She pullin my hair I
Givin her sloppy top
God damn I can't resist
God damn
With the way she throwin it back, like damn
I'm fuckin a thot with a slippy slip
She pullin, she pullin my hair
I keep it long for this shit
The way she throwin it back, like damn
Never give up, I'll never give in
She tellin her fears
I tell her a secret while I'm slippin it in
God damn
But you're cold all the time
Ok, Truth
The first eighteen years of my life
My dick was on strike
I was sexually repressed
I never knew that she could suck it suck it like that
Now I'm doin my shit
I'm gettin it in real quick
Toppin a thot cause she thick
Hop in that box with my lil stick
Givin her sloppy top
God damn I can't resist
She never give up
I'll never give in
She tellin her fears
I tell her a secret while I'm slippin it in
I'm fuckin a thot with a slippy slip
She wanna hop on top
Gettin down to business
I'll be the witness
And I'll probably be dead by the end
She pullin my hair
I keep it long for this shit
She tellin me truth or dare as if I give a shit
As if it'll make a difference
Ok, Truth
The first eighteen years of my life
My dick was on strike
I was sexually repressed
I never knew that she could suck it suck it like that
Like I'm bout to have a heart attack
With the way she throwin it back, like damn
I'mma need a glass of water or some shit
Matter fact, just pass the gin and tonic
Cause I need that sweet and sour bad bitch on this cock
Fuck a nine to five o'clock shift, I'm a six to nine guy
Cause the first eighteen years of my life
My dick was on strike
I was sexually repressed
I never knew that she could suck it suck it like that
Like I'm bout to have a heart attack
With the way she throwin it back, like damn
I'mma need a glass of water or some shit
Matter fact, just pass the gin and tonic
Pass the gin and tonic my way
Pass the gin and tonic
Pass the gin
Pass pass pass pass
Pass the gin and tonic
My way
Pass the gin
Gin gin gin
Pass the gin and tonic my way
Pass it just
Pass the gin and tonic
Toppin a thot cause she thick
God damn I can't resist
Damn, god
She pullin my hair I
Givin her sloppy top
God damn I can't resist
God damn
With the way she throwin it back, like damn
I'm fuckin a thot with a slippy slip
She pullin, she pullin my hair
I keep it long for this shit
The way she throwin it back, like damn
Never give up, I'll never give in
She tellin her fears
I tell her a secret while I'm slippin it in
God damn
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Writer(s): Wallace Overstreet
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