Whoa, yeah yeah yeah Courtney! Rip Whatever man, everyone does that ad-lib, ha! Now girls, what we gonna call these guys that don't like it? The Waste Men! You can explore me all Sunday, as Sunday's my only day off You know that I don't wanna hang with no stranger. (No) After I'm done I wont gone, but I have to say All your chocolate got me meltin' baby, Got me meltin', oh my days, yeah yeah yeah! Let me give you double helpings, you'll be screaming Baby baby baby baby, uh uh! Oh oh oh, make me cum and I'll go 'Cause I won't need you no more (no!) Foreplay is fine, but I ain't got the time Why don't you hurry up, yeah hurry up, yeah hurry up! Fuck me You better call your friend Johnny, you wanna hope he's in town Cause you know when you blow that I don't want no, d-d-d-d-danger! Without him it ain't going down, but I have to say Milky bar kid got me melting Sugar with that geek chic all the way Put it in and don't you scream not unless it's dirty, dirty filthy dirty, uh uh! Oh oh oh, make me cum and I'll go 'Cause I won't need you no more (no!) Foreplay is fine, but I ain't got the time Why don't you hurry up, yeah hurry up, yeah hurry up! It's Travie! (Fuck me) Listen, I don't know what you take me as But it's obvious your girlfriends got you gassed I've spent most my life chasing ass Now I'm tired, so we gonna have to make this fast! On second thought I hit the E-brake Let me set the D-5 up, we're gonna make a freaky tape, kiss me off right here I'm a freak but hey, Piss me off and I swear to God, I'ma leak the tape And matter fact I'd rather masturbate Then to deal with another basket case Ah what a waste of a fat booty! I used to beg but why bother when they hand it to me Listen mate, I don't mean to brag I'm telling you I'ma be the best you've had So let's roll! Don't be taking your time Get it up, put it in, blow my mind! And the rest, are explicits! Ha-ha I'm joking you know I don't do that Oh oh oh, make me cum and I'll go 'Cause I won't need you no more (no!) Foreplay is fine, but I ain't got the time Why don't you hurry up, yeah hurry up, yeah hurry up! Where's the music gone? Fuck me Why don't you, fuck me Hey Diddle Diddle, my cat needs a fiddle ha ha!
Written by: IYIOLA BABABOLA, DI BARRAND, DARREN LEWIS, TRAVIS MCCOY, BLAIR MCKICHAN, JACK MCMANUS, JO PERRY, COURTNEY RUMBOLD
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