Coneflower Tits Songtext
von Poot Poot Pearl
Coneflower Tits Songtext
It′s Poot Poot Pearl
Back at it again
I know you ain't ready
Album of the year
Coneflower tits, always rocking Gucci fits
Ima do the splits, than he eats me like some grits
Yeah I′m so delish, he says it when we kiss, that he feels a bliss
That makes him wanna (wanna) wanna (wanna)
Grind on it, my ass so hot you can fry on it
Ass so hot, he can't say bye, or stay dry
Cause it may cum high, he wanna touch my thigh
He trynna make me sigh, but I'm shy
Sike I′m fucking other guys
Lick it, lick it up
Boy stick it, stick it up
You can flick it, flick it up
Do it till I can′t get up (yeah)
Can you hurry up, I know your about to erupt
Wait fuck, you hit the spot
Keep it going, now it's hot
I′m clinging to the sheets, and I'm hanging on his meat
I′m like Jesus fucking christ
I'm the girl you can′t defeat
Boy once you part my seas, and I get onto my knees
Hear my pleas, baby give my tits a squeeze
Coneflower tits, always rocking Gucci fits
Ima do the splits, than he eats me like some grits
Yeah I'm so delish, he says it when we kiss, that he feels a bliss
That makes him wanna (wanna) wanna (wanna)
Grind on it, my ass so hot you can fry on it
Ass so hot, he can't say bye, or stay dry
Cause it may cum high, he wanna touch my thigh
He trynna make me sigh, but I′m shy
Sike I′m fucking other guys
Find me on the stage, Coachella or the club
Thin like a book page, but I'm always at a pub
And if you trynna fuck, test your luck, I ain′t picky
Don't be scared to let me suck, I′m not a player, I'm just tricky
Do a quickie in the whore house, no spouse, no gown
Ima take you into town, go around and back around
We pound all night, with all your might
We ain′t getting sleep tonight
But you better finish before I miss my flight
Coneflower tits, always rocking Gucci fits
Ima do the splits, than he eats me like some grits
Yeah I'm so delish, he says it when we kiss, that he feels a bliss
That makes him wanna (wanna) wanna (wanna)
Grind on it, my ass so hot you can fry on it
Ass so hot, he can't say bye, or stay dry
Cause it may cum high, he wanna touch my thigh
He trynna make me sigh, but I′m shy
Sike I′m fucking other guys
Are the rumors true
Was it what you expected
Poot Poot Pearl
Back at it again
I know you ain't ready
Album of the year
Coneflower tits, always rocking Gucci fits
Ima do the splits, than he eats me like some grits
Yeah I′m so delish, he says it when we kiss, that he feels a bliss
That makes him wanna (wanna) wanna (wanna)
Grind on it, my ass so hot you can fry on it
Ass so hot, he can't say bye, or stay dry
Cause it may cum high, he wanna touch my thigh
He trynna make me sigh, but I'm shy
Sike I′m fucking other guys
Lick it, lick it up
Boy stick it, stick it up
You can flick it, flick it up
Do it till I can′t get up (yeah)
Can you hurry up, I know your about to erupt
Wait fuck, you hit the spot
Keep it going, now it's hot
I′m clinging to the sheets, and I'm hanging on his meat
I′m like Jesus fucking christ
I'm the girl you can′t defeat
Boy once you part my seas, and I get onto my knees
Hear my pleas, baby give my tits a squeeze
Coneflower tits, always rocking Gucci fits
Ima do the splits, than he eats me like some grits
Yeah I'm so delish, he says it when we kiss, that he feels a bliss
That makes him wanna (wanna) wanna (wanna)
Grind on it, my ass so hot you can fry on it
Ass so hot, he can't say bye, or stay dry
Cause it may cum high, he wanna touch my thigh
He trynna make me sigh, but I′m shy
Sike I′m fucking other guys
Find me on the stage, Coachella or the club
Thin like a book page, but I'm always at a pub
And if you trynna fuck, test your luck, I ain′t picky
Don't be scared to let me suck, I′m not a player, I'm just tricky
Do a quickie in the whore house, no spouse, no gown
Ima take you into town, go around and back around
We pound all night, with all your might
We ain′t getting sleep tonight
But you better finish before I miss my flight
Coneflower tits, always rocking Gucci fits
Ima do the splits, than he eats me like some grits
Yeah I'm so delish, he says it when we kiss, that he feels a bliss
That makes him wanna (wanna) wanna (wanna)
Grind on it, my ass so hot you can fry on it
Ass so hot, he can't say bye, or stay dry
Cause it may cum high, he wanna touch my thigh
He trynna make me sigh, but I′m shy
Sike I′m fucking other guys
Are the rumors true
Was it what you expected
Poot Poot Pearl
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