Make Love, Tickle Tiddys

Make love, tickle tiddys
Get stupid litty
Fixing to tickle tiddys
Fixing to tickle tiddys
Stupid litty
Stupid litty
Tickle tiddys, big ol'
Cruising down the street in my Marquis

Sipping mercury
Spitting blasphemy
Smoking gas puff pass don't ask for me
Dnd
Don't call me
Don't text me
Don't fax me
Her ass got mass shit can fit twenty Glizzys

Catch me on the beach in between two coconut trees
A palm tree cleavage
Eat that pussy like a mango
Tommy Bahama around my ankles
I spank her with twenty Glizzys on
She don't know what hit her dog
Thunderstruck by stardom
Thundercat, aux cord
She bussing back long strokes
Baby give me vertigo
Baby show me everything you know
Exploring nooks and crannies
Nookie taste like candy
Fly your ass to Miami
Is not no Anglo-saxon shanty
I'm fixing to win a fucking grammy

I know girls on instagram trying to get you seeing mammograms
I know queens in the northeast that'll take you to the promised land
Don't hold my hand
Platinum album give a listen
Understand my earthly vision
Lot of smiles lot of spitting
Creating thru collision
Make change earthly mission
Leave this place with god's wisdom
Make love, ticky tiddys
Spread peace
Love, deansy
Deansy



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Hanson
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