Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
She aint hungry but expecting me to eat her
Pockets probably like fried food
Eat her pussy out like its veggie soup/
From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
Always asking to eat her spinach dip, then after, we eat her ribs,
Shes called the twerk queen, when her ass is flatter than someone turnin thirteen,
But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen
Ha, that make it hard to be faithful
Eat her out, now she's the table
Walking after her ass like a lil puppy, ain't a thing funny
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Hump her ass till you cum and she grunts.
Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents
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