Текст песни GONE.Fludd Killah TVETH - LIPSTICK ON MY DICK

[VERSE1: GONE.Fludd]

My intentions are pure
I put the heads on the sheets
The bitch was hot but got cold
I erased traces from the handle
And I say, "Stop!"
Oh my God
She took as deep as she did not dive and Cousteau
Plus, kept it like that
How Fludda Holds Micro
But now so cold
Like a refreshing juice
I roll the scarlet joint as quietly as a shadow
And the moonbeam will fall on the red color of the brushes
Stole the rest of her days from her crimson lips
Metal scent whirls waltz with Mary Jane's bouquet

[HOOK: GONE.Fludd]

Come on, what does my cock taste like, bay?
She said it was sweeter than honey
Memory of lips, fire no longer burns in it
And I'm sorry she'll be found dead
Don't tell me what my dick tastes like
Do not say
Don't tell me what my dick tastes like
Do not say

[VERSE2: Killah TVETH]

You know the name
I want to, but I won't let you
A couple of days with my mamacita
And the sheep are safe and the wolves are fed
Style adept
Set fire to the whitefish
I say that I love strongly
She is silent - apparently busy
I've been there for so long, I have things to do
A cold sip full of wine
Hey! Admiring her backside
Poked her through like a liquid terminator
You fucked with me, but came back to the guy again?
Forget about me, creature, I won't let you back

[HOOK: GONE.Fludd]