Lyrics

Face on the kock, no talk, just choke, Grab that hair, make her deep throat broke. Gag on it, slut, yeah, take that pain, Drippin’ spit, mascara rain. Two hands gripped in that blonde hair tight, Fuk her face raw, no mercy in sight. Eyes rolled back, she cough, she drool, But that dumb little sput know the rule. No love here, just kock and throat, She a hole, and she know how to float. Use that mouth till it’s red and tapped. Gag, choke, fuk — that’s lane, She beg for more while I bring the strain. She a filthy blonde bimbo, born for this, Just a kock-drunk mess who lives for the spit.