Lyrics:
something more And I would like to give What I think you're asking for You handsome devil Oh, you handsome devil Let me get my hands On your mammary glands
On your mammary glands And let me get your head On the conjugal bed I say, I say, I say I crack the whip And you skip But you deserve it You
With a tongue-kiss for ya, sweet cheeks I got my bones and my hands And my mammary glands I got my sweat And blood Not everything is a dud I got my
daiquiri And the boy bust like mammaries See i come raw like eagles in 94 And flow sick like Kanu in 96 When on the mic I gege like jay-jay Shock em like
Boarded up doorway what's inside Incubation of madness on the farm Reader of the obituaries grotesque Put on his mammary vest it's the best From the town
skelter in my pants Puberty had some other plans Mammaries I’m a fan Secretly secretions Gotcha pokeman Mother is a hen Piggies in the pan Supper’s ready
a lily pad oh Sorry got lost in the memories Of groping your mom and sucking on her mammaries Ha get it memories and mammaries that we've become a family
skelter in my pants puberty had some other plans mammaries I’m a fan secretly secretions gotcha pokeman mother is a hen piggies in the pan supper’s ready
a flirty fling just isn't the right match Life's full of activities, weird kinks and proclivities. I'm quite fond of mammaries, I watch them move with
T***es in my inbox oh how I do love t***s in my inbox I love all kinds of mammaries Plastic natural gigantic itty bitty midsize If my lady friend
ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender vittles Doctor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little "D,"
ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender vittles Doctor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little "D,"
Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles Doc-tor giggles, I can't
baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl
baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl
some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little; make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender vittles Doctor giggles, I can't stop
as nobody cooks it by mistake Get a mammary gland to keep it feeling stable And a little TV to keep it'self awake (Oh, it's the Flintstones) Watch your
respect" Milk the game for all it's worth like a mammary gland, ayy Man Yeah Wait for it, wait for it Soul
collapse Into the water we'll go head over heel We'll not grow fat Inside the mammary gland Seaweed tangled in our home from home Reminds me of your
eulogy with cocaine hands Heroin arms, Novocaine memories Lost since dropped into room from pink mammaries Off of the dome, shit I'm off of the phone Off
doesn't have a boy to call her own nobody to call her on the phone you can always see the sun in her eyes and her mammaries are twice their size
disco Get your collar turnt up in your freshest attire Get your bitch womb ready cause this baby gon' be fire This not a dream it's a memory Mammary
bones And it flows through the back roads of arteries. Genetic mammary fights technology Administered by moral midgets This picket signs in my eyes
It's because they're breast feeding on this golden teat (of an old elite) This synthetic mammary gland of a pop-cult nurse aid in a birdcage Which is
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