Well if its going to be that kind of barbeque
Well if its going to be that kind of barbeque
I want performance, not excuses
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You can't and will not escape
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?