Lyrics NC-17 - Father, Pyramid Quince

NC-17

On her knees, on her knees, on her knees, on her knees
On her knees, on her knees, on her knees, on her knees
On her knees, on her knees, on her knees, on her knees
On her knees, on her knees, on her knees, on her knees
On her knees
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Give me more, I want more
Vindie store, I want more
Give me more, I want more
I want more, don’t stop pouring
Smoke a port, need like four
It go hard and shorty sore
Hotel door to lobby floor
Give me more, I want more
Give me more, I want more
Give me more, I want more
Give me more, I want more
Give me more, I want more
Give me more, I want more
Give me more, I want more
Give me more, I want more
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Yeah, check me out
Who it be, it Coodie Breeze
On your ho I’m coolest, blackest, steady macking, blowing trees
Cut the check, know I’m out to get the m’s
Straight deep tryna get the n’s
And catch me posted on the east
Hollerin': «Where the lot?»
'Cause them niggas tryna text
On my side where players ride
pulled the Georgia peach
And told her let me in
Know a player been tryna cut
Coogie, Luis, spoon and fork
So bust it open for the G
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork
Coochie, ooh-wee, spoon and fork