Print

Don't ya love it baby When you gotta get it on With a cruster With a hard on and bad breath breathing in your face Saw you walking down the street Watcha doing,out walking your beat? I got money,I got power How much to give you a golden shower So she got in my car And we drove real far So she could Kick it on down Talking 'bout your body yeah Kick it down slut Kick it on down Well I got money And I want Your pussy And your tits Kick it on down Wench Your body is ours to share Letras de cancionesLet me help myself to your body And we'll go Around the world Kick it Kick it Kick it on down Talking 'bout deep throat Down Talking 'bout your body baby I wanna piece of you Take you home for my buddies to also screw Don't ya love it when I introduce you to the guys out back Kick it on down Don't go home to your main man,ya gotta stay here Kick it on down To the road crew yeah Kick it on down To the photographer and the soundman Kick it on down Hussy,your body is ours to share Let me help myself to your body And we can be naked together Down Kick it down,kick it down Don't ya love it when you gotta get it on With a bald,fat,bearded,bad breath slob And ya know you gotta do it for drugs or money Beacause that's your job Yeah,kick it down to a crusty hippie Slut,kick it down to the dudes on Hollywood and Western Kick it on down At the rector hotel you gotta Kick it on down To the swedish erotica team Kick it on down To a drug dealer,kick it down Kick it on down Do it for drugs,or do it for money Either way,I think it's funny Don't ya love it now yeah Kick it on down Pull off your clothes I wanna see those boobs Kick it on down No,we're not done yet We got more dudes to screw you all around Kick it on down to a cruster To a bum under the freeway Kick it on down To a lice ridden,crusty biker Kick it on down Sleasy cum,yeah,rubbin' in your face Kick it on down To me yeah,and all my road crew Kick it on down From Letras Mania