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Bong Rips & Booty Flips 2 2 by AI Composer

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Bong Rips & Booty Flips 2 2 by AI Composer - Hip-Hop/R&B music cover art

Bong Rips & Booty Flips 2 2

Hip-Hop/R&B

0:001:23
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I'm sitting here taking long whiffs staring, zoning the fuck out, not caring, no fucking
warning of shit. Insatiable primal hunger eventually gonna make me fucking sick. I got no punching
bag anymore, I can only do so many pushups, crunches that run around the block. In this
new neighborhood everywhere I look there's boogie geeks when I dig my cock. I'm saying
fucked up ass fine, fuck a deli meat, G.O.D. dare him, his pocket easing sparkers, you
don't know they very easily could though. Looking more than just good though, looking
like frosted plates compared to cornflakes. That great brown ass, thick ass, tat ass,
I'm trying to bat tap right to tap tap that ass. G.O.D. ain't like fucking Lennon and
hot dogs, little milo you fuck around in a cell. I got fucks, I'm not a little lock,
I'm fucking real, I miss my fucking punching bag. It enabled me to officially count on
a cock rushing, now I'm just here for you to fucking push. I'll flush this stuff and
put it in, fucking feed it in, all the way in. And we'd fucking fuck taste each other's
I swear you I said fucking not, I already know this be cushy, I never could get fucking
gammon. I need to lift a swipe from your bendy button to your neck, ain't no turning back
except when I turn you over and lick your back. Dick in your back, I stick it to your
beak, as blunt as possible, my dick is in your back. Shifting your ribs and guts, an
hour or so later I'll be asking where you are my nun.