Mickey Avalon - More Junk | Текст песни

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More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk
More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk
More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk
More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk

Bitch was the fit
36 in the hips
With teardrop tits
And some dick-sucking party-lips
"Pardon me miss, is this seat taken?"
I've been watchin' from across the room
You're shakin' it
For christsakes with a face like that
Has your daddy ever hold you back
I've got the big white caddy and it's parked in your lot
I'mma drive you round and round the block
Back the door sit back recline
And tell the ... what's on your mind
It starts between the legs and grows up your spine
Have that kitty turn the cat into a lion

More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk
More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk
More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk
More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk

I leant over for her kiss
Said she couldn't resist
Dropped the keys out my hand
Grapped over to my dick
This bitch was sweat
With the kung-fu breat
Little miss tickelish lickybrish ...
Took the trip with the tip of my tongue
From the lips to the tits to the bellybutton
Now babydoll - tell me something
Have you ever met a man so damn handsome?
Started laughin' at my own joke
Tickeling the times than the bitch near choke
Picking up speed wickel in my speedo
Please don't stop, o please o please

More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk
More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk
More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk
More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk

Time to split
Find a way out of this bitch
With the goodbye kisses and fake digits
I take a slow to the sound of bro
Never looked back up the rearwindow
Yah
Not that wanna call me a criminal
Cause I've got the chemical ritual
Yo bitch ain't diss your style
Cause now you comin' at the momma o god

More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk
More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk
More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk
More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
More more junk in the trunk trunk

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