On Vibrate
(Jake Hole) I know you see this cake
I know you feel some ways
I'm sitting on my phone
Hoping that it vibrates
I know you home alone
I might just have you flown
Until then, I'll just wait
And leave my phone beneath my taint
For that (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That-
For that (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That- (I love you, Mr. Hole)
Oh, that Jacques, he a freak (freaky)
He suck the meat right off the bone (yeah, yeah)
Feeling exposed, cover is blown
Under the covers and he getting blown (yeah, he getting blown)
He keep teasing and teasing (teasing)
But we not even home (oh no)
My wood arose, wood stacked in rows
Can't do it here, 'cause they'll ban me from Lowe's
(And I like Lowe's)
And why we always be banging? (sex)
Ain't there some other arrangements? (yeah, yeah)
Instead of just meat, measured in feet
Speaking of feet, I like how they stink (ah)
See, the topic keep changing (ah)
And you never hear what I'm saying (oh no)
I want a date, not always the willy
For really, more fancy instead of just Chili's, okay?
I'm a part of the problem (ah, yeah)
If he take off his top I might top him
Swear it's these pills, upping the thrill
My bussy bald, looking like Dr. Phil (Dr. Phil)
Yeah his butt pics, I saw 'em (uh huh)
40 screenshots 'cause I want him (yeah, yeah)
Sex drive insane, don't know how to feel
Do I want his cheeks, or do I want to chill? (oh)
Some things never change (never, never)
Some men never shave (never, never)
Sometimes I get chafed (yeah, I do)
Plan B to be safe (ah)
Netflix, sit, hit play (ah)
His sweatpants are gray (ah)
I think his name Trey
Sweat sticks to my face (woo, woo, woo)
I know you see this cake (this cake)
I know you feel some ways (no, no)
I'm sitting on my phone (uh huh)
Hoping that it vibrates (that bvvt, bvvt, bvvt)
I know you home alone (alone)
I might just have you flown (flown)
Until then, I'll just wait (ooh)
And leave my phone beneath my taint (ha, ha, ha)
For that (bvvt, bvvt) (yeah)
That (bvvt, bvvt) (yeah)
That (bvvt, bvvt) (yeah)
That-
For that (bvvt, bvvt) (yeah)
That (bvvt, bvvt) (yeah)
That (bvvt, bvvt) (yeah)
That-
He in love with the butt (he is)
Gentle with balls, putt-putt (putt-putt)
Him and I think we one and the same
Forget a woman, go against the grain with me
He in love with the fashion (woo)
My Crocs and tank top always matching (yeah)
I don't wear Axe, it's a hetero smell
Just take a whiff, you can tell it's Chanel (Chanel)
It's just me and the bros (bros)
Socks off, it's just meat and some toes (toes)
No, I don't like feet, man, I'm just being funny
But if you don't mind, my feet need some rubbing
Vaseline and some Latex
I guess you could call it gay sex
I call it love, it's really not different
Might hit Toronto to get my butt lifted
No heads-up, no warning, flow switching
My head's up, I'm horny, it's twitching
Been training my booty like a movie star on a mission
My bro, he a cutie, we be hooping, then we go fishing
He slap with his meat, but I'm brave, I don't be flinching
Booty too tight, need a massage for the tension
He got me elevated, beating it to ascension
Head gave evil, vile, wretched
For that (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That-
For that (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That-
I know you feel some ways
I'm sitting on my phone
Hoping that it vibrates
I know you home alone
I might just have you flown
Until then, I'll just wait
And leave my phone beneath my taint
For that (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That-
For that (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That- (I love you, Mr. Hole)
Oh, that Jacques, he a freak (freaky)
He suck the meat right off the bone (yeah, yeah)
Feeling exposed, cover is blown
Under the covers and he getting blown (yeah, he getting blown)
He keep teasing and teasing (teasing)
But we not even home (oh no)
My wood arose, wood stacked in rows
Can't do it here, 'cause they'll ban me from Lowe's
(And I like Lowe's)
And why we always be banging? (sex)
Ain't there some other arrangements? (yeah, yeah)
Instead of just meat, measured in feet
Speaking of feet, I like how they stink (ah)
See, the topic keep changing (ah)
And you never hear what I'm saying (oh no)
I want a date, not always the willy
For really, more fancy instead of just Chili's, okay?
I'm a part of the problem (ah, yeah)
If he take off his top I might top him
Swear it's these pills, upping the thrill
My bussy bald, looking like Dr. Phil (Dr. Phil)
Yeah his butt pics, I saw 'em (uh huh)
40 screenshots 'cause I want him (yeah, yeah)
Sex drive insane, don't know how to feel
Do I want his cheeks, or do I want to chill? (oh)
Some things never change (never, never)
Some men never shave (never, never)
Sometimes I get chafed (yeah, I do)
Plan B to be safe (ah)
Netflix, sit, hit play (ah)
His sweatpants are gray (ah)
I think his name Trey
Sweat sticks to my face (woo, woo, woo)
I know you see this cake (this cake)
I know you feel some ways (no, no)
I'm sitting on my phone (uh huh)
Hoping that it vibrates (that bvvt, bvvt, bvvt)
I know you home alone (alone)
I might just have you flown (flown)
Until then, I'll just wait (ooh)
And leave my phone beneath my taint (ha, ha, ha)
For that (bvvt, bvvt) (yeah)
That (bvvt, bvvt) (yeah)
That (bvvt, bvvt) (yeah)
That-
For that (bvvt, bvvt) (yeah)
That (bvvt, bvvt) (yeah)
That (bvvt, bvvt) (yeah)
That-
He in love with the butt (he is)
Gentle with balls, putt-putt (putt-putt)
Him and I think we one and the same
Forget a woman, go against the grain with me
He in love with the fashion (woo)
My Crocs and tank top always matching (yeah)
I don't wear Axe, it's a hetero smell
Just take a whiff, you can tell it's Chanel (Chanel)
It's just me and the bros (bros)
Socks off, it's just meat and some toes (toes)
No, I don't like feet, man, I'm just being funny
But if you don't mind, my feet need some rubbing
Vaseline and some Latex
I guess you could call it gay sex
I call it love, it's really not different
Might hit Toronto to get my butt lifted
No heads-up, no warning, flow switching
My head's up, I'm horny, it's twitching
Been training my booty like a movie star on a mission
My bro, he a cutie, we be hooping, then we go fishing
He slap with his meat, but I'm brave, I don't be flinching
Booty too tight, need a massage for the tension
He got me elevated, beating it to ascension
Head gave evil, vile, wretched
For that (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That-
For that (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That (bvvt, bvvt)
That-
Credits
Writer(s): Jacques Hollier
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.