Futret - Big Biscotti Bucks Lyrics
Dunkin my biscotti in my coffeeCos you know I am a hottieAnd it feels so naughtyWhen you touch my mocha bodyDo me a favour and savourThe flavour of my lipsCos that taste wont go to wasteWhen it's creepin to your hipsNever stop bustin rhymes any timeGot this cervine behind, my ass is too fine, don’t get left behindWhen I’m hittin on your guy, on your stagIn the sack, I’ll puck up the slack and get his chest to my backThen we’re ruttin and buckin and futtin and *****in every night we’reShut in with each other just like any other guy I could get up inYou’re nothin cos around here you could go ask any stagAnd they could give you 50 reasons why I got my swagBlue handkerchief in the back of my pants, sirYou’re lookin like you go for the boys with the antlersI’m in the in the headlights, shakin bootly left and rightYou’re in luck, bucker*****er cos I’m here all nightThrow those hooves up right over my shouldersCos I seen the way you look at me, doefriend, when you smoulderCome here, queer deer and shake that thing aroundCos you get me so high that I gotta go down
