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don cook – licking shots lyrics

[hook]
licking shots like a needle on your tongue
you’ll be dum and i’m dee tweedle
with this demon i’ve become
keep ’em running out the theater
reaching for my gun
(rrr-pop-pop)
almost a liter when i’m leaking out your blood

[verse 1]
why the f-ck you always keep me around?
i put the prowl on your people
when you sneaking around
you think you beat me don’t you?
you think you really had a chance?
meet my eyes when you try to sneak a glance
for the last time, i’m the sh-t to your b-tch
catch her walk in, see her dip in what i whip
‘fore the tip, i could give a little sloppy of a kiss
got her wishing that i’d hit it in the lobby that we in
i said whoa, one can only go so fast
blowing my load in moments, so don’t be so bad
don’t be so brash when you’re grabbing at my lowers
i don’t know where them hands have been
but i know d-mn-well sure where they gon’ be
and you know d-mn-well sure that they on me
and i know it’s d-mn worth the h-ssle of ripping off your pants
cause no pants telling me that we gon’ freak

[hook]

[bridge]
you got bad blood with me
i’ll take it out of you
you take it out on me
i’m waiting for round two
it tastes too bitter baby
you’ve been misused, abused
i’m making moves with this buzzing
honey, i’ll visit you

[verse 2]
i don’t mean to badabing or nothing
but i – bought a boom to get the speakers b-mping
something – little funky, get the people rubbing
up a – gainst each other like the bees are buzzing
think this honey is a trance to me
all the ways i wanna lick her that’s my fantasy
put my paws in the sticky like i’m handling weed
got the women in a flock like panama beach, so flip
flip your top like janet and sing
i could be your timberlake if our pants are in sync
unzip, blushing, with your back on the sheets
oooh – leave that action to me, yasee
i stuff the cat like like taxidermy
whatever color of what’s under doesn’t matter to me
and when we f-cking i just wanna see you grab at the sheets
hope your mother doesn’t p-ss when i leave or she’s

[hook]

- don cook lyrics

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