Lyrics
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Intro: Jorge
I really like cock cock for dinner
But it taste kind of salty
So I wait for... lunch
Verse 1: Jorge
Oh God, who fucking with me?
Ain't nobody fucking with my clit, clit, clit, clit, clit
Ain't nobody fresher than my mo'fucking clit, clit, clit, clit, clit
As I look around, they don't do it like my clit, clit, clit, clit, clit
And all these bad bitches man they want the, they want the, they want the
Clit, clit, c-l-i-t, yeah, c-l-i-t, c-l-i-t
That's, that's, I-I don't know what a clit is
I-I had to look it up to make sure
(scatting)
Sorry
Bridge: Jorge
Oh, oh, oh, oh, okay
Verse 2: Robby
Let the pants go down
I open up the lips and I get down
I eat out now because I'm in Vegas
You know what that mean, I'mma fuck to death
I eat her out, make her cum, just like with the clit
I may be new, Jorge said, just say fucked up shit
Most pussy's taint and they ain't at the waist level
Make that shit pop like you Photoshopped in bevel
Don't look at breast but I get the most clit man
Pleasure my stick 'till it's up on your dick prick
Just blow the mama 'till like you were sick, man
Now everybody wants some of this ham
Go up and down until you get to that dolly
Don't make me pay or I'll blow up this party
Pipe bomb goes off and it destroys the lobby
If you try to run you're messing with Robby
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