What Dat Mouf Do - 3st

Everybody loves her

For them hips and massive tits

I’m more concerned with

What she doing with them lips

Her head game was impressive

She suppressed her gag reflex

And took it so far down her throat

That she started to digest it

She can get it all

From head to balls

She use my rooster as a toothbrush

And my pubic hair as dental floss

I can recall every luck broad

Who sucked me off

I don’t forget them

I remember every face I

Come across

She told me that

She wanna try bondage

She braces me to the bed

And she promise she’d

Retain her breath to give me

Head geared to how I want it

But I’d normally want to see

An orthodontist for those sort of problems

She got a Harvard Law

Doctorate in fellation

Throat depth

Dick length

One to one ratio

If you adore oral

This song’s about you

How bout you show me girl

What dat mouf do

I was talking to this broad

And she was telling

Me that sixty-nine with her ex

Was a lame bore

But with me

She called it a seventy-seven

Because in this situation

She ate more

My dick’s a hippopotamus

Get your lady friends and ask them

If I lick a lot of puss

She does it cause she likes it

I don’t have to tell her to

She’s Mrs. Fudd

Cause her favorite food

Is Elmer’s glue

If she heard the filthy words

That spill and blurt out of my lips

I know that she’d flip

I’m tongue in cheek

When I talk about analingus

Gotta keep my mouth

On lock and key around her

Cause with one slip of the tongue

I’d be in deep shit

She a whore to the core

Her tongue’s depressed

And my wang provides

Oral support

She’s a good girl

Smart, sweet and chipper

But she switches into a stripper

When I whisper

What dat mouf do

For her lips

It’s opening night

Like curtains over her jaws draped

They start to part ways

Revealing a dark stage

Suddenly a spot blazes

And my cock breaks

Out into a song

Makes like a Pasek and Paul play

Cause she could be classy

But she knows I like the

Broad way

Shawty sucks

But she does it quite the opposite

And she kinda reminds me of

Birds in a flock a bit

That chicken neck’s got a

Talent for pecking wood

And I get the impression

By the way she fly

She got a swallow jizz

Got a buckle for her to undo

I got this black belt

In the art of tongue-fu

Oh you want me to demonstrate

So you know how it works

How bout you sit down on my face

While I finish this verse

I’m fluent in cunnulingus

Elegant with an

Unlimited vocabulary of loving

Let me lecure a little bit

My tongue is moving like a lunatic

I litter a clitoris in

Belligerent locomotion

When I’m licking it

I lubricate a labia with lyrical lava

Sipping a lady like a pina colada

Till I got her wriggling

Like an epileptic

Gonna need a Klonopin when I show her

What dat mouf do

What dat mouf do