BLOW MY LOAD

I don't want you thinking I love you 'cause I stay

Girl I really like you and happy we got laid

I think about your windows like four times in a day

I'm a pervert with a purpose, like priest who just got saved

Kissing, kissing, I'm on a mission of licking

The holy grail of your body, when you be pissin'

This is a kid from Africa, you, you are a kitchen

I come quicker than pitches from Sammy Sosa

You hoping I'm joking, but first

I'ma eat your ***** 'til you tell me you can't take it

Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it

Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face

But that won't happen 'til I blow my load

I'ma eat your ***** 'til you tell me you can't take it

Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it

Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face

But that won't happen 'til I blow my load

Your ***** tighter than door hinges

I munch you like sandwiches

But not any more 'cause I'm on tour, so

Look: FaceTime your ****, I will jack off my ****

I go hard, shit, I might need ice pack on my wrist

****ing, I'm pumping, you know it's coming

Bust in a couple of seconds, I'm sweating

I leave you slumped in the back of my truck, butt naked

Suck it out of me, I leave you with nuttin', get it?

This is what you wanted, this is what you came for

I'ma eat your ***** 'til you tell me you can't take it

Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it

Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face

But that won't happen 'til I blow my load

There's something 'bout the way you pick your cherries (You blow me away)

With your cherry (Cherry Bomb)

There's something 'bout the way you pick your cherries (You blow me away)

With your cherry bomb

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