More Junk - Mickey Avalon

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 thick

36 in the hips

With teardrop tits

And some dick-sucking party lips

Pardon me miss

Is this seat taken?

I’ve been watching from across the room

You shaking

For Christ’s sake, with a face like that

How’s your daddy ever hold you back

I got the big white Caddy

And it’s parked in your lot

I’mma drive you around and around the bock

Lock the doors

Sit back, recline

And tell the Ave

What’s on your mind

It starts between the legs

And crawls up your spine

Make that kitty

Turn from a cat into a lion

I leaned in for a kiss

And she couldn’t resist

Dropped the keys in her hand

She grabbed a hold of my dick

Bitch was swift

With the kung-fu grip

Little Miss Ticklish

Licorice stick

Took a trip with the tip of my tongue

From her lips to her tits round her belly button

Now baby talk, tell me somethin'

Ever met a man so damn handsome?

Started laughing at my own jokes

Tickle in the tonsils

Bitch damn near choked

Picking up speed

I wickered off my seed

Oh please, don’t stop

Oh please, oh please

Time to split

Find a way out this bitch

With a goodbye kiss

And some fake digits

I take it slow until it’s time to roll

And never looked back out the rear window, yo

Now they want to call me a criminal

Because I got a chemical ritual

Yo bitch, ain’t this your stop?

Because now here come another mama, oh God