Futret Big Biscotti Bucks Lyrics
Big Biscotti Bucks by Futret
Dunkin my biscotti in my coffee
Cos you know I am a hottie
And it feels so naughty
When you touch my mocha body
Do me a favour and savour
The flavour of my lips
Cos that taste wont go to waste
When it's creepin to your hips
Never stop bustin rhymes any time
Got this cervine behind, my ass is too fine, don't get left behind
When I'm hittin on your guy, on your stag
In the sack, I'll puck up the slack and get his chest to my back
Then we're ruttin and buckin and futtin and fuckin every night we're
Shut in with each other just like any other guy I could get up in
You're nothin cos around here you could go ask any stag
And they could give you 50 reasons why I got my swag
Blue handkerchief in the back of my pants, sir
You're lookin like you go for the boys with the antlers
I'm in the in the headlights, shakin bootly left and right
You're in luck, buckerfucker cos I'm here all night
Throw those hooves up right over my shoulders
Cos I seen the way you look at me, doefriend, when you smoulder
Come here, queer deer and shake that thing around
Cos you get me so high that I gotta go down
Cos you know I am a hottie
And it feels so naughty
When you touch my mocha body
Do me a favour and savour
The flavour of my lips
Cos that taste wont go to waste
When it's creepin to your hips
Never stop bustin rhymes any time
Got this cervine behind, my ass is too fine, don't get left behind
When I'm hittin on your guy, on your stag
In the sack, I'll puck up the slack and get his chest to my back
Then we're ruttin and buckin and futtin and fuckin every night we're
Shut in with each other just like any other guy I could get up in
You're nothin cos around here you could go ask any stag
And they could give you 50 reasons why I got my swag
Blue handkerchief in the back of my pants, sir
You're lookin like you go for the boys with the antlers
I'm in the in the headlights, shakin bootly left and right
You're in luck, buckerfucker cos I'm here all night
Throw those hooves up right over my shoulders
Cos I seen the way you look at me, doefriend, when you smoulder
Come here, queer deer and shake that thing around
Cos you get me so high that I gotta go down