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buck 65 – bush pilot كلمات اغاني

we should take a break from the computers and programs
and swing it back to my place for hooters and slow jams
for once. i’m the type of guy who’ll surprise you with a cool disguise
and act out fantasies with dialogue and school supplies

south american tough nuts to crack open, but i’m determined, slim chance
to make it past the german implants and you-know-whats
private parts, i’m hoping that you do go nuts and push while it
happens baby, ’cause i’m the bush pilot

be the one to tell your friends that you blew the stallion
wearing nothing but my zulu medalion
and then maybe a pineapple sliced wedge between the l-b– and cl-toris
gave her a taste of the bitteress flavor in purple rain

blues and the red whites, me and you can spend nights
alone in the dark while i’m starin’ at your headlights and highbeams
in my dreams with city streets and crosswalks
pedestrian traffic, and my finger in the saucebox

graphic with lost socks and underwear, a thousand kinds of calvin kleins
i caught you in the backroom with attachments for the vacuum
the syncronized swim team and punk rockers
anorexic runway models with shrunk knockers

and all of them, with wide legs, the fried eggs and honey mustard
i’m eatin’ out instead of buying groceries ’til the money’s busted
’cause i don’t care, snackin’ on your m-ffin, chewin’ one more time
like nothin’ doin’, it feels hot where the sun don’t shine

the way i blew your mind, you are not prepared to handle facts
in my command performance while i’m drippin’ melted candle wax
inside the beaver, got you open like a wide receiver
i like the way she l!cks behind the back when she’s sixty-ninin’

- buck 65

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