Hot p*ss lyrics
by Yellow River Boys
I got my 2 gallon jug of apple juice
Gonna drink it till the jug is dry
And then I whip out my di*k and I fill it back up
And drink it all up tonight
Hot p*ss on the tip of my lips
Dribbling down my chin
Hot p*ss nothings better than this
To waste it'd be, waste it'd be a sin
Well my old lady called me a son of a gun
When she caught me with a jug in my hand
But I'm proud of my taste for the sweet hot p*ss
Baby I ain't gonna change
Hot p*ss on the tip of my lips
Dribbling down my chin
Hot p*ss nothings better than this
To waste it'd be, waste it'd be a sin
Hot p*ss on the tip of my lips
Dribbling down my chin
Hot p*ss nothings better than this
To waste it'd be, waste it'd be a sin
Come on now
You know its good for you
Hot p*ss, hot p*ss
Gimme some of that
Hot p*ss, hot p*ss
Gimme some of that
Hot p*ss
Gimme some of that
Hot p*ss
Gimme some
Hot p*ss, hot p*ss, hot p*ss
Hot p*ss, hot p*ss, hot p*ss
Oh yeah