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letra de whoremoan - mister wallace

[verse 1]
look at this face
do you want to taste..
these lips?
yes
do you want to bake…
this cake?
yes
jump on the quest to the mess
gimmie all you got
nothing less
amex black won’t accept
amex
amex black won’t accept
but i’ll take a
check/ mate/ it’s a date!
hands all around my waist
shimmy let me give a little shake!
tell me baby what’s it gonna take
to get you deep in this plate/ it won’t go to waste
so best not be late/ its fate
best not be late/ its fate
look at these eyes
do you want the prize?
this smile
yes
do you want inside?
these isles
clean up three/ baby you be up on me
we be in the trees/ high
we be in the cream/ pie
you make me scream/ aye!

[chorus]
wh-r-moan!
let me take my hormones!
feeling silky, sinning in dior homme
p-ssy purched in a skirt/ prissy twerk
fee-feeling my wh-r-moan!
wh-r-moan!
let me take my hormones!
feeling silky, sinning in dior homme
p-ssy purched in a skirt/ prissy twerk
fee-feeling my wh-r-moan!

[verse 2]
d-mn this skin so soft
cashmere p-ssy soft
you want to taste my milk?
lick lick lick
just the tip
now go ahead
finish it
now go ahead
finish her
immortal contact
secular swirl
get a load of my impeccable twirl
delectable dips
spectacle spins
baby baby baby i’m about to go crazy
take me on the roof of your slr-cedes
but only if you got a big d-ck
and a fat bag of that bisquick
stuff my knows full of c-ke
and throat full of hose
let it flow
no, no, no ain’t n-body got know!

[verse 3]
crazy, why you driving me baby?
pay me, why you got to be shady?
dont you f-cking know
i’m yo b-tch a la lady
dont you f-cking know
i’m yo wish a la gravey
feast on the fruits of my table
treat on the truths of my fabels
daddy i can take it
let the horse out the stable
heffy, baby, please let the wh-r-s out to play, boy
crazy, why you driving me baby?
pay me, why you got to be shady?
dont you f-cking know
i’m yo b-tch a la lady
dont you f-cking know
i’m yo wish a la gravey
feast on the fruits of my table
treat on the truths of my fabels
daddy i can take it
let the horse out the stable
heffy, baby, please let the wh-r-s out to play, boy

[outro]
look at this face
do you want to taste..
these lips?
yes
do you want to bake…
this cake?
yes
jump on the quest to the mess
gimmie all you got
nothing less
be better than best, baby
me wetter than wet, wavy

- mister wallace

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