forget everything that seems real
pregnancy test down my throat
that's where i carry your child
you could grab it from the back
like we in that ice cream aisle
make this pussy call your name
try to use your fingers to dial
strokes better stretch out my hole
like we making mosh pits in the crowd
enjoy the ride then rate the pussy five stars
dummy boy but with the head he act smart
only fucking white men for black cards
never have i ever came across a nigga that i might fuck around and can't please
my head game so damn cold that the head of his dick really caught a brain freeze
that's why the pussy looks like pink friday
do some shit that you can't believe
this pussy bald like jermaine dupri
up in bed ain't no tamin' me
no pain pill but once i fuck i leave
thanksgiving dick come stuff her
niggas be burnin' no usher
you gotta hit on it like you the rushes
pussy deeper than poetic justice
afterwards i better need crutches
i drink the cum out that condom no flush it
damn that dick i'm 'bout to faint
this nigga dick print standin' out like the forehead on tyra banks
{don't you love this dick bitch?}
ain't stoppin' til you scream my name
afterwards i'm 'bout to clean this pussy harder than naomi on a plane
daddy come here let me finish you
twat squeeze the cum out like lemon juice
better come through with your swimming suit
switching hoes like lacing tennis shoes
your kids in me from other nights said they really need company
punish me {shut yo' ass up}
never buy me flowers every night
plant your seed in me abundantly
i'm filing taxes on the kids i swallow
now the courts tryna summon me