Rotisserie Chick

(Yeah) Call me rotisserie chick
(Yeah) Call me rotisserie chick

I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick
Watch me flip flip, flip, flip, flip
Let it drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Call me rotisserie chick

I take it slow like maple
I'm a Royal Farms chick
Got a whole lot of meat
So they call me thicc

I want you to turn it up
With that direct heat
Yeah hop on that skewer
Cook that meat

Truss me up, make it juicy
Give it a smack, sweating profusely
Bend the wings, and legs with twine
Pound that chicken, we lookin' so fine

I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick
Watch me flip flip, flip, flip, flip
Let it drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Call me rotisserie chick

Yeah, she want the stuffing
Take it like it's nothing
Pour on a little gravy
I promise them they'll be bussin
So watch her work
Watch her twerk
Make it pop
She's a ten
She a hen
That's in love with that ca- ca- ca- ca- cock

Yo she flip around
She burn it up
She gettin' down
She turn it up
She earned it now
She switch around
And don't pull it out

She can ride til the sunrise
Got that quiver in her thighs
I like legs I like breasts
That's no cap
Tell no lies
Ain't no mystery
That's ro-ti-ti-ti-tisserie

I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick
Watch me flip flip, flip, flip, flip
Let it drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Yep, call me rotisserie chick

Call me, yeah
Call me rotisserie chick
Yeah yeah
Call me Rotisserie Chick
Uh huh, yeah
I wanna lick
I wanna

I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick
Watch me flip flip, flip, flip, flip
Let it drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Call me rotisserie chick

Call me rotisserie chick
Yep
Call me rotisserie chick
Yeah
Call me rotisserie chick
yeah



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Writer(s): Kaitlin Mastropieri
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