I look hot as *
Mean goth bitch, go pull up in the big truck
Look for a little, get slapped if you touch
Shorts so little that they floss in my butt like
I look hot as *
Local fry like dead bamboo
Brine stone belt, corpse in the clutch
Cotton candy boots with a seven-lemon slush like
Blue raspberry fruit roll-ups
Girl I look what the *, Hades hot yuck
Call it a mojito breast I don't want crumbs,
got hobbies,
no crush like
I don't want no crumbs Nutcracker, I'm Chukovsky
No mojito better Wet my hands, ugh, get off me
So what can you do for me That I can't do for myself
And said,
climb back,
take a drink,
please,
fingers out
If you see me and you see heaven You're my person,
no hell
And said,
climb back,
take a drink,
please,
fingers out
My boy,
thigh high,
boots to the puss I don't want a city boy scared of the bush
Worship my foot,
illiterate,
I think he's never read a book
scene,
fog up the screen Showgirl,
bunco,
hot beans
How sweet,
you wanna be a team I just need to go catch some boyfriend trinkets
I don't want no crumbs Nutcracker, I'm Chukovsky
No mojito better Wet my hands, ugh, get off me
So what can you do for me That I can't do for myself
And said, climb back, take a drink, please,
fingers out
If you see me and you see heaven You're my person,
no hell
And said,
climb back,
take a drink,
please,
fingers out
So what can you do for me That I can't do for myself
And said, climb back, take a drink, please,
fingers out
If you see me and you see heaven You're my person,
no hell
And said,
climb back,
take a drink,
please,
fingers out
My boy