Blow My Load

I don't want you thinking I love you cause I stay

Girl I really like you and happy we got laid

I think about your windows like two times in a day

I'm a pervert with a purpose, like priest who just got saved

Kissing, kissing, I'm on a mission of licking

The holy grail of your body, when you be kissin', mrs

This is a kid from africa, you, you are a kitchen

I come quicker than pitches from sammy sosa

You hoping I'm joking, but first

I'ma eat your pussy til you tell me you can't take it

Screaming "stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it

Grab my camera

Nine months later with a tyler baby

But that won't happen til I blow my load

Your pussy tighter than door hinges

I munch you like sandwiches

But not any more cause I'm on tour, so

Look: Facetime your clit, I will jack off my dick

I go hard, shit

I might need an ice pack on my wrist

Fucking, I'm pumping

You know it's coming, bust in a couple of seconds

I'm sweating, I leave you slump

In the back of my truck, butt naked

Suck it out of me

I leave you with nothing, get it?

This is what you wanted, this is what you came for

You blow me away

With your cherry

(Can't breathe)

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