di*k Talk lyrics
by Pey Naz
[Verse 1: Pey]
Ayyy b*tch boy!
What's cracking in that hood?
Hip hop booty give me hard wood
b*tches all good; man it's all good
Because
I cut a little f*cker
Sorry, ass sucker
Zuckerberg can't touch my ass;
b*tch I got so much ass
That I lay it out on my lawn instead of grass
Boy ass, girl ass, fat-ass, ass-ass, asses!
[Verse 2: Pey]
She UNDRESSES -- HE CARESSES;
This MESSES with my head;
I get head
I dread the Feds because I don't take my meds
My dreads dangle low like my di*k
All that to get you in bed hoe because I'm sick;
Thick booty drew me
I eat the ass-- call me foodie;
Fruity thoughts wrought as I rot;
My rod prods like my God mods-
I fought a thought, but I taught tots knock knocks
Dot dot dot... I fought fox
I bought box; lick locks
Click clocks-- tick tock.... Thick c*ck
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