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grace façade - just like my dad (ft. cupcakke) lyrics

[intro]

[grace’s dad]

grace, this is your father, i’d thought i’d call to see how my lovely daughter is doing!

[angel]

you gotta twist up and down on the shaft, and suck the head at the same time

[grace’s dad]

uhh, grace?
grace, grace h-llo?
grace, is that you?

[angel]

now ladies remember
grapefruit is also a fat burner so you’re actually losing weight, while you’re sucking his d-ck

[grace’s dad]

i don’t recognize your voice so-

[verse 1]

[trip]
kate!
ahh, so happy you could make it!
owh, yeah, the… european style greeting…

[grace]
no, no! here we are!
mhmm…
oh! hey… you’re hugging me

[trip]
are you okay? you’re acting all fidgety…

[grace]
you… you think we should… have more s-x?
mhmm…
oh gawd…

you’re just like my dad! (haha, haa…)
you simply want what you asked for, right? (moan)

okay, trip, you heard her…!

[chorus]

[trip & grace]

kate (x6)
you’re just like my dad!
kate (x6)
you’re just like my dad!

[verse 2]

[grace]
might like it?
of course, she’ll like it…
(moaning)

wah!
uhh, this is too much, i can’t take this!
(…take this!)

praising me
flirting with me
kissing me
talking about s-x

you’re just like my dad!
you’re just like my dad!

[chorus 2]

[trip & grace]

kate (x6)
you’re just like my dad!
kate (x6)
you’re just like my dad!

[bridge 1]

[grace]

wah!
everytime you go on a godd-mn business trip, i f-ck!
(moaning) i f-ck!

dominate me
d-dominate me
d-d-dominate me
d-d d-d-d-dominate me

[bridge 2]

[cupcakke]

i think we should f-ck up in every zip code
it would make my p-ssy wetter than a fishbowl
p-ssy a kitty cat, i pet it like a pet
i f-ck doggy style so much i need to go to the vet
hotbox? more like a scorching p-ssy
open this coochie up like a fortune cookie
yo’ banana in my mouth, watch my tongue go ape
yo’ d-ck getting more blows than a birthday cake
when i’m near it, no i don’t fear it
l!cking on that p-n-s like a letter when i seal it
today way wetter than my past slob
and if you unemployed i can give you a -ss job
p-ssy already wet don’t need no lube ointment
d-ck twisting in my stomach like food poison
that’s how you know when you hit the spot
i’ll make your pants unzip more than ziploc!

[outro]

[grace & cupcakke]

k!ll my husband? k!ll myself? have more s-x? have more s-x? (a little faster!)
k!ll my husband? k!ll myself? have more s-x? have more s-x? (a little more!)
k!ll my husband? k!ll myself? have more s-x? have more s-x? (right there!)
k!ll my husband? k!ll myself? have more s-x? have more s-x? (give it to me now!)
k!ll my husband? k!ll myself? have more s-x? have more s-x? (x4) (kate! (x16))
k!ll my husband? k!ll myself? have more s-x? have more s-x? (kate, kate, k-k-k-k-kate!)
k!ll my husband? k!ll myself? have more s-x? have more s-x? (kate!)

- grace facade lyrics

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