Taste of the bussy, (Remix) (Remastered x3)

Hyperpop, Bass House & Synthpop Fusion, Cleaner vocals

[Verse 1]
Bootyhole tight, yeah, call it designer,
Tongue game lethal, he’s straight-up from grinder,
Throatzilla mode, deep like a diver
Slingin’ that pipe, boy’s a soul survivor
He’s daddy, he’s mother, he’s lawless and mean
Got me archin’ my back like I’m servin’ the queen
Bussy on lock, now he’s got the keys
Body count rising like we f*ckin’ disease

[Pre-Chorus]
He got me shakin’ (uh-uh, shake it)
Legs twitchin’, hole quakin’ (ah-ah, break it)
Choke chain tight, back achin’ (uh, yeah, take it)
Breed me now, no fakin’ (slut)

[Verse 2]
He’s deep in the sheets, nails in my skin
Got me archin’ my back like original sin
Trade on my line, he’s beggin’ to spin
One more round, boy, fuck for the win, 
Fingers in my mouth, Like a filthy whore
Bootyhole stretched, moan down the hall
He said, “slut mode on,” now I’m beggin’ to fall
Bitch, he’s daddy, he’s the whole protocol

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge] (Glitchy Hyperpop Breakdown)
He’s the doll, he’s the diva, he’s a filthy little eater
Got the whole club screaming, “Hoe repeater!”
Bootyhole stretched, baby, give me that kiss
Pop that load, boy, I’m made for this
Sweat dripping, tongue flipping, don’t quit it
Poppers got me seeing stars, boy this it
Sin boy, loud toys, shake the whole floor
Trade in my sheets and he’s back for more

[Outro]
Bitch ate, bitch gagged, bitch served (uh)
No crumbs, no crumbs, no crumbs (ugh)
Legs up, face down, don’t stop (yeah)
Taste of the bussy, Mwah (slut)
Taste of the bussy, Mwah (slut)
Taste of the bussy, Mwah (slut)

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[Chorus] Taste of the bussy, taste of the bussy Trade in my DMs tryna split me like a boat Big dick energy, yeah, we do the most (the most) Said he wanna wreck me, maybe Taste of the bussy, choke on the goodies Poppers hit hard, open up the room “Slut me out, baby don’t let it vroom F*ck me raw, stretch me out then turn me out, [Verse 1] Bootyhole tight, yeah, call it designer, Tongue game lethal, he’s straight-up from grinder, Throatzilla mode, deep like a diver Slingin’ that pipe, boy’s a soul survivor He’s daddy, he’s mother, he’s lawless and mean Got me archin’ my back like I’m servin’ the queen Bussy on lock, now he’s got the keys Body count rising like we f*ckin’ disease [Pre-Chorus] He got me shakin’ (uh-uh, shake it) Legs twitchin’, hole quakin’ (ah-ah, break it) Choke chain tight, back achin’ (uh, yeah, take it) Breed me now, no fakin’ (slut) [Chorus] Taste of the bussy, taste of the bussy Trade in my DMs tryna split me like a boat Big dick energy, yeah, we do the most (the most) Said he wanna wreck me, maybe Taste of the bussy, choke on the goodies Poppers hit hard, open up the room “Slut me out, baby don’t let it vroom F*ck me raw, stretch me out then turn me out. [Verse 2] He’s deep in the sheets, nails in my skin Got me archin’ my back like original sin Trade on my line, he’s beggin’ to spin One more round, boy, fuck for the win, Fingers in my mouth, Like a filthy whore Bootyhole stretched, moan down the hall He said, “slut mode on,” now I’m beggin’ to fall Bitch, he’s daddy, he’s the whole protocol [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] (Glitchy Hyperpop Breakdown) He’s the doll, he’s the diva, he’s a filthy little eater Got the whole club screaming, “Hoe repeater!” Bootyhole stretched, baby, give me that kiss Pop that load, boy, I’m made for this Sweat dripping, tongue flipping, don’t quit it Poppers got me seeing stars, boy this it Sin boy, loud toys, shake the whole floor Trade in my sheets and he’s back for more [Outro] Bitch ate, bitch gagged, bitch served (uh) No crumbs, no crumbs, no crumbs (ugh) Legs up, face down, don’t stop (yeah) Taste of the bussy, Mwah (slut) Taste of the bussy, Mwah (slut) Taste of the bussy, Mwah (slut)

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