Wanya Morris - BLOW MY LOAD lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 two 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 kissin', Mrs 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 [Hook X2] I'ma eat your p**y 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 But that won't happen til I blow my load [Verse 2] Your p**y tighter than door hinges I munch you like sandwiches But not any more cause I'm on tour, so Look: FaceTime your clit, I will jack off my dick I go hard, sh**, I might need an ice pack on my wrist f**ing, I'm pumping,you know it's coming Bust in a couple of seconds, I'm sweating, I leave you slump In the back of my truck, bu*t naked, s** it out of me I leave you with nothing, get it? This is what you wanted, this is what you came for [Hook] [Interlude: Syd] You blow me away With your cherry (Can't breathe) [Outro] That was new music from the soundtrack of the upcoming film Be caller eight to win tickets to the triple feature Moon Theatres tonight Three back to back to back movies at the Moon Theatres tonight Be the eighth caller, only on Golf Radio G-O-L-F, G-O-L-F, it's Golf Radio