Rotisserie Dickin'

Hey bitch
Yeah
Last time I saw you, you was 10 inches in my ass
And now guess what
I got aids, what's the problem
Yup
Okay, come to my house
Come on, pull up
I swear to fucking god
(Hmm, Mwah)

Big dick, two words I like in my sentences
My head game is Good-de-der
Pull out game just as bad as my grammar is
No dick in town the same size as his
Make that
(Augh)
Face when I ride that shit
Pull up in the
(What the fu-)
Jaws drop when I park that bitch
Mmm, I love to record my best bud giving head (Yup)
No pause, Resume
I might kick him out if he cum too soon
Gimme a sec
I need a minute to prep
Prep this ass to get on it
I don't need permission from a Guardian
Cause bitch Im boutta hop on this Rocket (Yaa)

I stick my dick in rotisserie chicken
I love sucking dick so much I might have an addiction
Yeah
Im eating his ass out without your permission
See I might fuck around and put your man in my favorite position
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Santa Claus sucking on my To-o-oes
You already know we made a mess
Got the elves playing Noes Go-o-oes
Mmm don't stop
My man is on top
I like it a lot
When he fuck me with that girthy cock

Yeah, Yeah
Bitch you thought it was over
You know how you gave me aids last week?
Yeah
Well I just gave it to your dog
What are you gonna do?
Fuck you bitch I hate you

You a bitch, You a snitch
Can't believe I let you ride on this dick
You got dick cheese and your dick stink
Can't believe that was something I licked
Bitch don't bottom again, quit it
Cause when I fucked you, you shitted
I have aids, yeah I admit it
So I totally shouldn't have hit it
I hate you bitch
Drink my piss
Your tryna fight, say hello to my fist
(Bitch)
Don't try and fight back
Cause bitch I aint never, ever, ever missed
Bitch, check the time
I'm coming up at nine
I got a Glock on my behind
Try and run bitch I'm finna find your dumbass

Where you at (Nooo)
Oooh
There you is
Come here nigga
Fuck you
Bitch
Oh my god



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