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Body Tax

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Bad bitch doctrine, read it real clear If I let you near, better come prepared I don't do timid, I don't do maybe Talk real pretty, then prove it, baby I said premium freak, fully deluxe One good taste and he spends too much Yeah, yeah, come pay this body tax Fuck me good, then pay it back Give me that dick with some confidence I want the whole damn consequence Yeah, come pay this body tax Grip my ass, don't act relaxed If you came here talking big like that Put that pretty little boast into facts I like a brute with articulate hands Knows what I mean without asking again Bend me over, make arrogance useful Fuck me filthy, still call me beautiful I want pressure, obscene precision Make that dick earn my permission Don't bring manners into my bed Bring stamina and something reckless instead I get demanding once I'm impressed Arch that ego right under my dress He said I'm trouble, I said, “Could be...” Then let him find out what I didn't complete Treat my pussy like contraband gold Rare little vice that can't be controlled I don't chase, I let hunger negotiate One taste in and he recalculates Come with assets, come with endurance I don't accept sexual insurance Fuck me raw in the figurative sense Make good choices, still lose your sense I like a man getting dumb from permission Eyes all vacant from one decision Tell him “deeper,” then change my mind Keep him guessing what he might find My pussy got tariffs, luxury fees He pays attention before he gets access to me No cheap talk, no bargain desire I want devotion dipped in vulgar attire If I say harder, don't send a thesis Just make that rhythm come apart in pieces He thinks he's leading, cute little myth I let him believe it while changing the script I need thick arrogance backed by skill Somebody shameless who listens still Big dick energy without the parade Know when to worship, know when to invade Put me on top, let gravity quit I ride that confidence out of his dick He starts composed, then loses vocabulary Good, I prefer him temporarily ordinary I want nasty with competent pacing No amateur fumbling, no overstating Make my pussy become his religion Not from faith, just repetition Tell me I'm greedy, I probably am I want the feast and the whole damn plan He asked what I wanted, I nearly said “you...” Then changed it to “everything you can do” I'm an expensive anatomical riddle Sweet at the edges, obscene in the middle Knees get weak when I alter the angle One little move and his thoughts all tangle I like being praised while acting depraved Like I'm too polished to behave Let him grab ass, let him talk that shit Long as the performance is matching it I don't need romance attached to the deal Just something filthy that actually feels real He said, “Who's in charge?” I laughed, “Guess...” Then rode that dick till he answered “yes” I could make confidence turn devotional Make one encounter embarrass the rational Call me excessive, call me obscene Just don't call unless you can handle me Yeah, yeah, come pay this body tax Fuck me good, then pay it back Give me that dick with some confidence I want the whole damn consequence Yeah, come pay this body tax Grip my ass, don't act relaxed If you came here talking big like that Put that pretty little boast into facts Bad bitch doctrine, fully intact Pleasure costs extra, remember that Bad bitch doctrine, fully intact Come unprepared, get sent right back Body tax Body tax Fuck around, learn the body tax