That Booty, for My Cooty

That booty strikes me, back n forth-beyond that there's the front, I'll take those bits from you. Grabbin' s**t from you-before you told me to. Squeeze and ooze, what we all gotta do-lemme prove and groove those rumors I know you heard-like Oooo yes, yes, yes, yes-more than three times the best. I've seen in pumping inside you (yo pants). Ah, yes, it was cool-to say your name I try, but my my my-you got my juices flowin' and you comment on that too. Sticky icky, oozey loosey-past tha ooey gooey-MMM-keep it cumming riiiight-cuz we're all jus tryin to keep it tight-everyday-yeah, everybody play like this and you got that picnic of honey pies (Vinni Pooh's high eyes)-hold on-lemme just suck it right right right-n yes, you can find a duck right-like they already know and I'm ready ready too steady to-stick in and feels like some hard glue. Ooo Ooo Ooo cross colourization on across the human spectrum, watch out for that f**k me~do me, don't need to leave clues to me, I just wanna get some of that booty, Ooo so kooky for magoogy. Mash it up, give it to me, so I can turn real groovy-lights on-bust out your sauce. I know your tha boss of that stuff called junk-smoking that skunk to get ya drunk up off that blunt, straight.