Letra da Música Blow My Load (feat. Austin Feinstein, Dâm-Funk, Syd & Wanya Morris) de Tyler, The Creator

I don't want you thinking I love you cause I stay
Girl I really like you and happy we got laid
I think about your windows like two times in a day
I'm a pervert with a purpose, like priest who just got saved
Kissing, kissing, I'm on a mission of licking
The holy grail of your body, when you be kissin', mrs
This is a kid from africa, you, you are a kitchen
I come quicker than pitches from sammy sosa
You hoping I'm joking, but first

I'ma eat your pussy til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "stop it, " don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera
Nine months later with a tyler baby
But that won't happen til I blow my load
Your pussy tighter than door hinges
I munch you like sandwiches

But not any more cause I'm on tour, so
Look: Facetime your clit, I will jack off my dick
I go hard, shit
I might need an ice pack on my wrist
Fucking, I'm pumping
You know it's coming, bust in a couple of seconds

I'm sweating, I leave you slump
In the back of my truck, butt naked
Suck it out of me
I leave you with nothing, get it?
This is what you wanted, this is what you came for
You blow me away
With your cherry
(Can't breathe)

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