Lyrics

You do a whole lot of this, this A whole lot of talking Take it to the back And you show me if you're walking I can be a dog if I bite then you're barking Don't be scared, it's dark and we're parking Damn little ma, let's go and make a movie Let's keep it simple, only if you're juicy I can be the beast only if you be the beauty I can be the star and you can be the coochie Beep, beep, beep, beep bitch I'm still a freak, yeah Kick that in neutral Packing thick meat, yeah Where it slips, it's incidental Got a cramp, that's accidental Bent over the headrest Taking off your headdress I'm fucking with you cause ooo you give me head best Let's go to the back seat (Ah) Let's keep it nasty (Ah) Ain't nothing fancy (Ah) Slide over them panties (Ah) Let's go to the back seat (Ah) Let's keep it nasty (Ah) Ain't nothing fancy (Ah) Oh the best things happen in the back seat I drive an automatic Hips be semiautomatic My car be kind small Yeah, that could be problematic Not to be quite dramatic But I'm becoming an addict I'd rather fuck your basement But I'm dusting out your attic Yeah I'm speeding past the red light While you give my head right Your tongue is like the maps Coming to a turn head right Ain't gotta strap it on Cause I keep a strap right on Other than me Tee, ain't no other wrapper on Ha, baby imma stick you in the fifth gear Leaving you stretched, yeah you know that the D was here You're pointing to your pussy, saying to me put your dick in here Tatted on your lips so know that the Tee was here Where it slips, it's incidental Got a cramp, that's accidental Bent over the headrest Taking off your headdress I'm fucking with you cause ooo you give me head best Let's go to the back seat (Ah) Let's keep it nasty (Ah) Ain't nothing fancy (Ah) Slide over them panties (Ah) Let's go to the back seat (Ah) Let's keep it nasty (Ah) Ain't nothing fancy (Ah) Oh the best things happen in the back seat Mmm damn, I got the munchies Lemme bury that cat sweeter than a Crunchie I'm a slick fiend, and you looking hella crunchy Let me tie your hair up, fist be the scrunchie Can you take four dicks Baby take more dicks Lemme call my boys up I heard you're a whore chick Two in the front and two in the back Your black so pink, but how you like that Baby in the back seat the fun gets better When I hit it from the back, yeah the ooo gets wetter I ain't do Jack but I like shipwreck Rose up, steamy windows, hand, Titanic Baby said fuck the seatbelt, let's hide from the cops You know a safe spot? Cause I know lots Damn you freaky, who woulda thought Damn you freaky, whole lotta thot Headlock like a DDT Like em Wilson like Torrie I'm in this house like I'm Corey I'm finding raw fish like Dory I said the whorey the whorey Ain't nothing I do is boring Because I'm fucking these bitches But they not my son like Maury Or, Or was it the Billie Jean I forget, fucking silly me Not my son, are you kidding me Not childish it's the kid in me Got my drive hard, you're hacking me Do this just to get back at me Oh that powerful pussy Oh it feels like you're attacking me Let's go to the back seat (Ah) Let's keep it nasty (Ah) Ain't nothing fancy (Ah) Slide over them panties (Ah) Let's go to the back seat (Ah) Let's keep it nasty (Ah) Ain't nothing fancy (Ah) Oh the best things happen in the back seat
Writer(s): Tristan Balarezo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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