3 iPhones lyrics

[Intro]
(J-J-J-J-Jake Hole)
I do it for the guys
Do it for the men
Do it with my thighs
I do it with my hands
(I love you, Mr. Hole!)

[Verse 1]
Huh, huh
One thong, two fingers, three fingers, four, wow
Oof, oof, ouch, owie, ow
He hit it from the back and he made me moan loud, ay
My head is in the clouds
Need to come back down
I'm all wet, I need a towel
I'm his lil' hoe, need my back blown out, ay

[Chorus]
No more dillyin'
No more dallyin'
Yee-haw, 'cause he hung like a stallion
I think he's Greek or maybe I-talian
Everytime he make me bust I gotta tally it up
All I need is big meat, and then I'll head back home
Hard to walk, 'cause my back got blown
His meat bigger than like 3 iPhones, hey
[Verse 2]
He jump into my hole
He don't got no patience
He's like a proctologist and I'm one of his patients
GoPro on his meat, my booty under surveillance
He thrusting to the rhythm, my cheeks clapping to the cadence
Hey, this D is mighty nice
My booty in the light, the oil makes it shine
He brought over a buddy, brought another guy
How many dudes can I take on at a time?
(Two, three, four)

[Chorus]
No more dillyin'
No more dallyin'
Yee-haw, 'cause he hung like a stallion
I think he's Greek or maybe I-talian
Everytime he make me bust I gotta tally it up
All I need is big meat, and then I'll head back home
Hard to walk, 'cause my back got blown
His meat bigger than like 3 iPhones, hey

[Post-Chorus]
Yo, yo, bro, bro
Your meat, your meat's like three iPhones tall
And one iPhone wide
Bro, bro, bro, you gotta let me try that! You gotta let me try that!
[Verse 3]
His meat bigger than the Pro Max iPhone
I'm nose deep in my bro's crack, I hope
My cheeks slap 'til I prolapse, I know
All night, bro, no naps, no, no
My balls slide down his crack like I'm bowling
Rolling under his spell, he control me
Holy cow, jeez Louise, when he blow me
Dispatch, this a Code 3, schlong patrolling

[Chorus]
No more dillyin' (No dillyin')
No more dallyin' (No dallyin')
Yee-haw, 'cause he hung like a stallion (Like a horse)
I think he's Greek or maybe I-talian (I'm cookin-a meatball)
Everytime he make me bust I gotta tally it up (Ooh)
All I need is big meat, and then I'll head back home
Hard to walk, 'cause my back got blown (Blow it up, blow it up)
His meat bigger than like 3 iPhones, hey
(Brr, brr)