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letra de booty work - c.e.f

verse 1
ima -ss man the fatter the better she thick ima sweat her//
skinny girls got no bodys they ain’t k!ll nothin never//
and ima eat the p-ssy call me hanibal lectur//
it taste so good ima l!ck up the nectur/
ima clever fellow tell a chick h-llo my name c-cky//
you know the d-ck big look just like a sausage//
i wanna see you move baby just go and toss it//
i like em carmel red or black like coffe//
im in the party smellin like the last b-tch//
tryin to get some new bunz only if the -ss thick//
no boots wit the fur or them reebok cl-ssic//
i need a bad b-tch in giuseppe’s who can clap it//
jiggle jiggle jiggle make me wanna put it in ya middle//
make the p-ssy dribble while i nibble on ya nipple//
got her twizzled off them skittles play wit it just like a fiddle//
my chain she wanna rocket cuz my d-ck look like a missile/

hook
jiggle wobble shake it i wanna see you naked//
throw it back at me i swear i can take//

pop twerk it bounce it you wetter then a fountain//
i’m make it rain baby ain’t no need to coutn it//

come here daddy….

it’s cef baby i be wit my gang like scoobie ma//
sp-ceman fliiboy write it on ya b00bies ma//
you look good you a cutie ma//
but its not about ya face its all about ya booty ma//
stick shift on your curves ima drift ima swerve//
night come she a diva daylight she a nerd//
she say she study alot but need a boy from the blokk//
she say she like it on top but she love them backshots//
baby i can do it to the music ; p-rno//
ya man ain’t even hit p-b-rty ; hormones//
she twerk like she workin lemme take a photo//
got you goin loco off that coco ; loso//
now this the part where them wack b-tches leave//
and them freak -ss b-tches swaetin out they weaves//
magic wit the b-tches got some tricks up my sleeve//
but ima p-ss you to my boy baby give me a second to breathe//

hook
jiggle wobble shake it i wanna see you naked//
throw it back at me i swear i can take//

pop twerk it bounce it you wetter then a fountain//
i’m make it rain baby ain’t no need to coutn it//

verse 3

oh my im fly she notice im focused//
on that -ss do that dance you deserve a promotion//
i wanna play the game babby how to get you open//
arcade high score my d-ck is like a token//
i swing that d she wanna marry me//
i f-ck her till she scream, her momma home so embarrising//
apparently the way i do it cause her p-ssy damages//
but she a trooper she dont need no bandages//
the cl-t plzr i get it in like a season p-ss//
squeezin -ss, got lil momma breathin fast//
walk up in the party with the meanest swag//
her -ss syrup thick i can lean on that//
she a c-mm guzzler ; she a vixen//
body bag p-ssy ; she a victim//
and it taste so good this must be the flavor of love//
bad b-tches always favor a thug whats up//

hook
jiggle wobble shake it i wanna see you naked//
throw it back at me i swear i can take//

pop twerk it bounce it you wetter then a fountain//
i’m make it rain baby ain’t no need to coutn it//

- c e f

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