Lyrics

She don’t write, don’t talk, don’t pose — just suck, Blonde bimbo hoe with her mouth on my junk. No games, no tease, she just wants that warm creamy spunk Head down, throat stretched, drivin’ me berserk. It’s all Dik— in, out, deep in her face, She suck like she wanna cover her face No rhythm switch, just grip and go, Gaggin’ on kock, greedy little hoe That jaw locked in, lips wrapped tight, She swallow every inch, every slurp every sip she wants to milk the nuts, she wants a drink Balls in her mouth, spit on the floor, This ain’t love — it’s a throat war. She don’t ask questions, don’t need no praise, Just a fat kock in her mouth and a filthy craze. She suck ’til it’s sore, she live for the mess, That bimbo hoe gives nothin’ less. Suck that dik suck that dik suck that dik suck tha dik