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• Artiste: Filth Mode Squad
• Titre: Make Your Mama Proud
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Back by popular demand Missy Cristal Put on Earth to serve man I'm a rap slut I lay more tracks than I get butt My shit's raw like pussy dribble Hot like baby oil rubbed on hard nipples My booty ripples when my ass gets smacked from the motion Pelvic thrust commotion Make a toast and watch the legs open I'm down for pokin', gropin' and chokin' I'm down for fuckin' when I feel my panties soakin' Got a welcome mat at the end of my mattress It's an open invitation if you wanna get at it I need cock 24 hours a day But if you need a break, you can watch me masturbate I'm down to fuck with girls as well I like to sip from the pussy well Juice flowin' like we got the tap on Everybody happy with the double-sided strap-on I'm happy when we scissor grind I'm happy when you deliver mine Hot sex, let's fuck with lesbians I like to make out, French-kiss with pussy lips Nothing can replace the dick I like to suck a little bit before I have breakfast I like my cock like I like my Guinness Thick top to it, which you have to begin with I wanna ride you like a rollercoaster Your dick can be the pistol and my mouth is the holster I ain't frontin', kid, that thing is a blessing I eat jizz like that shit is Ranch dressing I wanna bounce on your 24 I ain't talkin' 'bout your rims, of course I suck cock 'til my voice gets hoarse You can barely make it out when I'm begging for more So why don't you call up one of your friends Or better yet, I could call up ten We'll all pile into the sauna Sip on Hennessey while we smoke a little chronic It gets hot and we start to lose our clothes One man for eleven horny hoes Party's rockin', right in time Sweat, flesh, what's next, I want mine Everybody piled in a fuckin' stack What the fuck's goin' on, whose hand was that? I get lost in the wild confusion All I know is that smell ain't perfume It gets late and the girls all leave Leaves a little time for you and me Don't wash up, I wanna lick you clean I like the way the sweat makes your body gleam I know you're tired, but don't give up, please! I thought you could handle this dirty skeez I expect the juice to flow like Niagara If you need some help, I could get you some Viagra Ah fuck, I'm sending you home, fool! Call the football team from the local high school Teach 'em a lesson in playing fair Let every single one of them touchdown there Been around now I'm going 'round the track Shit is gettin' rough, I'm sending in the quarterback Let him play with his newfound toy I even gave a handjob to the waterboy Equal opportunity, that's how I deal Anybody's welcome 'long as they can make me squeal It's affirmative, I'm getting some action I hope you see my ass, I could use some fudge packin' Back that shit up like the Hoover dam See your penis covered in poopie jam What can I say, that's just the way I am If I lick your butthole, you're no less of a man Or if I put a finger in it, lick it, spit it, split it, shit it I don't give a fuck-it, I just wanna get in it I wanna disrespect you, fucker I wanna desecrate your butthole Thought I could go an entire song Without talkin' 'bout ass, what the fuck is wrong? I need that shit like a bird needs feathers I need ass like a pirate needs treasure Did I say treasure? Yo, a pirate need booty Like a little rap slut needs a studio I wouldn't be much without a mic But I'd still have tits and a pussy, right? And it'd still be tight, and I'd still go all night Missy Cristal makes her mama proud Missy Cristal makes her mama proud Missy Cristal makes her mama proud So we all know that I'm down with group shit But I gotta be honest when I wonka do it I need a man who knows how to move it Yes, size matters, don't make me prove it So what I'll do when I get you home Rip your shirt off, tie it to my bedpost Got a knee on either side of your face Feed you cherries held with the stem in that place Then I'll lick on your neck and earlobes Breathe real softly on your collarbone I wanna rub and squeeze on your shoulders You like the way this fire smoulders I'm gonna work my way down real slow Bite your nipples, run my tongue in circles You act like you haven't been touched in days Run my fingernails down the length of your ribcage I kiss on your belly button A little lower, it's what we both want Slide your pants down to your ankles That's okay, sugar, you can thank me later I run a hand up to your legs I feel 'em quiver when I reach your thighs That's when I got tired