Song parody of
Kama Sutra
by Jonathan David Paulson
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Ya
Come in
Hand me the ball and imma spike that shit
Shake them hips girl lemme see ya bite ya lip
It's like y'all
clotta rappuhs jocking this
Because my styles out the box and provocative
I get goosebumps when your boobs come
Outta that brazier
Baby come here
Show me how you do it like nobody is watching
Got her out her common knowledge
Then I fondle her options
I keep a dollar on my noggin
When I'm jotting pon a loose leaf
If I was popping y'all would wanna ride me loosely
2 plays on a hit is still a hit
Times a bitch
Real heads bang craniums
Sikk spits sick
This is sounding like some come up shit
They like
Who the fuck is this that got it bumping in ya whip
That's a real one
Day one
Riding on this dick
It's all good
We being friendly
Tell your friend I'm on some shit
Kama Sutra
Lemme suit ya
chhh baby
Come and take what's yours
4 titties with Sikk in the middle
That sounds like one hell of a riddle
That sounds like one hell of a night
Ichabod crane on a midnight flight
Suck me like Dracula
Vernacular
Is past all that trash you heard
c bachelor
cttached to her
I don't spoon girl it's more like a spatula
I keep it practical
Your practically
c masterpiece
Lemme put a little batter in your batch at least
I won't smoke that crack but imma bust it up
I'm too high not to lust for a couple of butts
Doubling up
Double or nothing
I'm Bubbling above the rim
I'm not bluffing
I ain't tryna cop
No cuffin'
I got the butter for your buttercup muffin
Kama Sutra
Lemme suit ya
chhh baby
Come and take what's yours
Ya
Come in
Hand me the ball and imma spike that shit
Shake them hips girl lemme see ya bite ya lip
It's like y'all
clotta rappuhs jocking this
Because my styles out the box and provocative
I get goosebumps when your boobs come
Outta that brazier
Baby come here
Show me how you do it like nobody is watching
Got her out her common knowledge
Then I fondle her options
I keep a dollar on my noggin
When I'm jotting pon a loose leaf
If I was popping y'all would wanna ride me loosely
2 plays on a hit is still a hit
Times a bitch
Real heads bang craniums
Sikk spits sick
This is sounding like some come up shit
They like
Who the fuck is this that got it bumping in ya whip
That's a real one
Day one
Riding on this dick
It's all good
We being friendly
Tell your friend I'm on some shit
Kama Sutra
Lemme suit ya
chhh baby
Come and take what's yours
4 titties with Sikk in the middle
That sounds like one hell of a riddle
That sounds like one hell of a night
Ichabod crane on a midnight flight
Suck me like Dracula
Vernacular
Is past all that trash you heard
c bachelor
cttached to her
I don't spoon girl it's more like a spatula
I keep it practical
Your practically
c masterpiece
Lemme put a little batter in your batch at least
I won't smoke that crack but imma bust it up
I'm too high not to lust for a couple of butts
Doubling up
Double or nothing
I'm Bubbling above the rim
I'm not bluffing
I ain't tryna cop
No cuffin'
I got the butter for your buttercup muffin
Kama Sutra
Lemme suit ya
chhh baby
Come and take what's yours